While carefully admiring the full moon as it set….
I turned and looked behind me.
A sunrise is just a sunrise ….
Unless that sun’s rise feels like this.
Sun's Rise
Figment of Imagination
She stopped.
I stopped.
We looked at one another - carefully assessing….acknowledging presence.
And then - she danced.
Leaping and laughing….graceful and free.
Later - I wondered - did any of it really happen…???
Or - was it only a moment….a fleeting thought…
a mere figment of my over-imagination?
No Question
Often - I’m asked - why must I rise before the sun?
Why so early in the morning?
Habit - yes.
Practice - for sure.
On mornings like this - there’s no need for question.
The answers - they come from within.