Unfolding the Moment of Knowing

In the unseeing  exists these rare moments to just be.

Appreciating time always comes in the quiet of the morning.

Home is still and the world is awakening.

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


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