In the unseeing exists these rare moments to just exist.
Appreciating time always comes in the quiet of the morning.
Home is still and the world is still resting.
Stillness is appreciation.
For the wonder of life unfolding even in its unknowing.
Sit still in this unmoving of the new day
Attention to the sounds of the birds greeting
Watching the sun calling forth the earthlings
Marveling at all that is listening without sound
Waiting for the moving
When awakening means being
The existing is becoming
The still of the morning
Bustles into awareness of existing
In the unfolding of knowing a new day