Finishing work in the dark Driving home Witnessed by the rising moon Sleeping under the pale white glow Rising to the luminous radiance Practising awakening Witnessed by the suspended moon No need for anyone to point
Sit down Sit still In the calm of being Listen to the hum and echo Of reverberating Silence And let everything go Drop No need to hold a single thing A single thought Boundaries blur and flow These hands and these legs This chair and this desk The tiles on the floor All here Together A silent orchestra Perfectly so
Tracing the origin Of a patch of light On the landing wall Craning my neck I discover the moon Brightly tucked up Into the top corner Of the upstairs window
The world turns And the sun appears to rise The sky lightens and day breaks Morning practice flows And clarity appears to arise The mind opens and joy shines through [29 October 08]