The Taste of MorningTime's knife slides from the sheath,as fish from where it swims.Being closer and closer is the desireof the body. Don't wish for union!There's a closeness beyond that. Whywould God want a second God? Fall inlove in such a way that it frees youfrom any connecting. Love is the soul'slight, the taste of morning, no me, nowe, no claim of being. These wordsare the smoke the fire gives off as itabsolves its defects, as eyes in silence,tears, face. Love cannot be said.
Yes. I'm officially a morning person. No doubt about it.
Getting to bed early for practice has been the priority. But also, I need to fit in a bit of fun too. The practice can't be my life. It should help to live life more fully.
The opportunity lies right before me in every moment. That is why I've come to love the morning. I've come to love the stillness present at this time. I feel closer to my essential nature. I feel closer to my being...and it is easier to connect.
Never in my wildest dreams, before all this, would I have welcomed a pre-pre-dawn wake up call. But, on the few days I don't, I feel as if something is amiss.