Into the wordless silence
I spirit-walk the new day,
bare feet to ground,
eyes open in early light.
Shaped and shriven
by the quiet earth,
I take my place
among the newborn,
awake to the world
while others sleep.
Reading of “Awake to the World” with music by Alice Coltrane, Pharoah Sanders.
Don, I think this is a poem about tottering home after a night of revelry, just in time to see the sunrise before falling into bed.
I wish😂
Don — I love this poem. I wish I were an early riser like you. But still, at 78 about to turn 79, I’ve been “shaped & shriven” by the quiet earth & the vicissitudes of life. Older. As I am, I still manage to take my place among the newborn. Full of wonder & very grateful. Thanks for sharing this verse.
Exquisite, Don! Spirit-walking barefoot on Earth in the early light of this New Day (now dawning) may not be consciously known while one is ‘asleep’. Yet even eyelids still closed can sense the radiant warmth of Light as that New Day ascends. And while quiet, newborn Awakenings are now close at hand for many on Earth, it’s Life’s silent ‘Light’ that shapes one’s uniquely privileged Place-taking therein.
Sublime…