Dawning...

Sleeping World, rising Sun
it feels, sometimes, that i rise
long before either one of them...

Lately, i've been going back
to lie in bed or write
after i catch the sunrise
and trap the memory in my head
but this morning,
after a cool night shivering,
perhaps from my first dreams
in nearly twenty years,
i rise, not refreshed
but humbled,
not amid the roar and the rumble
but where, if you listen,
you may hear the bumble bee,
the leaves rustling and whispering
among the trees
It is as if you can
almost hear the seeds growing...

I'm just sharing the moment,
not saying i'm knowing
but sometimes others can see
what you can't
and knowledge comes from the sharing,
and becoming aware
of the dualities
and commonalities,
the ties that bind
and the fears that blind...
There is cruelness unintended
and thoughtlessness rarely mentioned
as well as kindness without thought
and time can never be bought
and after all the years i have sought
i have found so little
peace..
   07-31-10
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