Blinded by First Morning Light

I wake to greet first morning light and am blinded
By the beauty streaming into sight…
All Earth turning with a waking,
Eye within the heart opens,
Stretches wider than when sleeping.
Water flows into depth of being,
Fills my empty spaces
Lingering from dreaming night into naked waiting day,
Impossible to gravitate away from this glorious prelude.
Standing here in interlude of silence, unlearning words,
Losing all grasp of understanding, meaning….
Washed until it hurts, this aching, breathing Earth
Unfolding at my feet, surrendering, seeping, seeing
Gold round horizon blazing into Being.

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