Morning Practice

I thought I was dreaming. I thought - I imagined. I thought - it could never be.

The hundreds and thousands - gathered the morning light. They began with themselves. Feet rooted into the ground beneath. Arms outstretched to the sky above. There was laughter. There was light. There was breath.

I watched as they bowed deeply. I watched as they reached to meet and greet the morning sun. I watched as they twisted and turned themselves upside down. I watched as they moved. Each - to its own individual rhythm and rhyme..and yet all at once and together - at exactly same time.

I thought I was dreaming..but  - really - I was awake.

There before me - their day had begun - like every other...before it and all others that were yet to come.

With practice.