Everything begins on the verge of awareness.
Everything begins on the verge of awareness. The dawn is not and then is. Sleep is and then is not. In between is the awakening.
The passage of thin light, between, breaks open the day. The passage of thin sound, between, flows into the day. Too soon the numbing rumble of traffic swells, the day glares.
Let the soft haze hang again across the row of morning. Wait upon the narrow moment, the first awareness of being in between! Live days and seasons on the thin edge of dawn, in praise that every single thing begins now!
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