Of the morning coming hard and bright

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A slit of serious sunrise

Above ironic cargo

Nonetheless signifies

Deliverance from, if not

Evil, at least the ossified

Circumstances of the long night.

The continuity of sky

Above the absurdities

Of the highway and constant

Pep rallies of artifice

Is there for us if we merely

Lift up our eyes to the heavens.

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My dreams have been resisting me,

Slipping with the sunrise into

The murky waters of

Forgetful wakefulness

Just when I thought I should have arrived

At a state of supreme consciousness.

The sunrise has been resisting

My inquiries of the morning

Just when I had imagined

Each puzzle piece perfectly

Clicking into place when in fact

They are scattered across the day.

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See these last few sunrises

With vision made clear by letting go.

Hug yourself in the light

To stay warm in the morning wind.

Soon you’ll be traveling into

That light with the one you love.

The sunrise is not a mere

Ornament of a smartphone pic—

Although it is that—but it

Is also the eternal now

Showing its face for a moment

To give grace to your travels.

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1. Shall I compare the sunrise To your love for me, the way You found me late and I found you, The way the calm beauty of The morning sky opened For us despite the day's conflicts. 2. We are like these two geese, swimming Together on our own. But then there is the flock To deal with, and maybe it's Not all bad, after the dawn, To gather with them and enjoy. 3. Our joy is so deep and wide, It has carried us further Than we thought this river Would go, all the way to the ocean, And sometimes into the air and sky To fall as refreshing rain.

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Like beachcombing at low tide, I survey the path ahead for Creatures left over from the Dreams that troubled my sleep last night, While I wait for the tide to Turn and the wind to fill my sails.

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My task is to venture deeper Into the dark mystery of The blooming light of dawn, To find my soul hidden Within the folds of the moment And let it find its own way home. The message of the sunrise is That there is no need to seek fame Or fortune but only Let the day come to you On the steadiness of the flow Of the river towards the sea.

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Let go and be like these Fir limbs in joyful disarray Celebrating the rising sun. They're not showing off, they're just joining The dance that was set in motion When the universe exploded. Nine in the fourth place means Gather some friends together and Rekindle the flames of the sun In each other's hearts as you venture Forward in gladness towards a Shared vision of something beyond Yourselves and your petty Cares and gripes and worries and fears. See that white pickup truck down there? That's me, with the visor down, driving Into a new dawn. Come along And celebrate the day with me.

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1. Wavering in the sun, Its own nimble reflection Gently carries on a dance Across the ripples of the day, Telling me perhaps to stop Dredging the bed of my memory. 2. Primal power of the shadows Kissing light's reflection Among the waves brings calm, No blame, no praise, nothing But the reality of you Filling up the sky of my mind. 3. It furthers the sunrise to have This fine rollercoaster of ripples To carry its light forward Towards my heart's intention Now found in the day's duration And the race to the finish line.

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