Such a beautiful poem from my dharma sister arrived in the mail today. Here it is …
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Dawn’s embrace
. . .
A sweet powerful dawn,
the full array of softness
from the subtle ineffable pink
through to a rich pale blue
a roof above the strong pink
that sits under the clouds,
a comforting presence
. . .
My city it there,
between the bare branches
of the crazy trees in front
their towers winking
waking,
a reassuring presence
. . .
Only the trains are awake
a noisy streak and rumble
beside me
resonant of the Dharmadhatu rumble,
an awakening presence
. . .
Freedom has its own responsibilities,
to stay or go into vastness?
to move into the raging world?
to be ever-present?
. . .
by
C. Biddle
Reprinted with permission.
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