Stillness infused with shadowed radiance
hovers between being and becoming.
From this, the day will pour forth.
Now, before all that
night’s shadows breathe the glow
beyond the horizon,
drawing in what can be sensed
before it is seen.
The dreams that tumbled through the night
pour into this pause,
The noisy, brilliant day is coming,
to relentlessly roll out its dramas.
this blessed still-space
enfolds all beings.
This blessed opening,
is a peace
fingers can touch
ears can hear
eyes can see
my soul can be.