awake before dawn
I journey to the still
and quiet lake
my soul awakens
as my feet enter
the icy healing water
I make my way
onto my paddleboard
smooth as glass
the trickle of my oar
a single bird awakens
not another sound
not another soul
the rest of the world
asleep
but I have awoken
within the dream
this is my sanctuary
Sunday at dawn
pink ripples
cascade
across the water
I hear my soul
the soul of the world
whispers within
as hues of pink and orange
make their way
above the horizon
I am alone
in this sacred meditation
the world is still asleep
missing this gift of life
there is no Heaven later
it is right here and now
in this moment
