I sometimes wonder if there is anything comparable to the generosity of a morning?
 
Once you force yourself up, the cornucopia of the universe is laid out for our delectation. The sun is at its most benevolent, the birds are full-throated, the flowers are sleepy and demure, the air is soft even as it bites, the leaves are brittle, letting themselves to be crunched to a satisfying exuberance.
 
The trees above are in a state of measured chaos. Bushes which have grown thick have deep caverns and shadows, inviting exploration. The smaller bushes are like poodles itching to run away. My walking path has a large amoeba-shaped pond, which suddenly appears as you take a turn, and it bares its shimmering heart to the red of dawn. And the canopy of trees is a filter for light, throwing dimples and moving tapestries as I walk.
 
And I enter this treasure room, as an auberge of hope, a safe place to replenish, an energy drink to jumpstart one's nerves.
 
A morning is a kriya, a dawn is a kripa, as we walk purposefully for a life, which is nothing but an opportunity to find meaning in everything we find beauty in.
 


If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the whispers of mornings  - 

Dawn in Hampi
Recalibrating Dawns
Musings As I Step Into The Morning (leaving a lover sleeping)


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Medieval Tabletop Session by Sascha Ende

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Immersion by Sascha Ende

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