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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