In early morning
I sit alone with the sea.
Only stillness,
dawn color
and the wind’s whisper
in the high trees.
As the day rises
I calm the thoughts
that come with wakefulness.
To empty the vessel
is to invite the guest.
No words are needed
for presence is all
and with light in the east
I am lifted.
Reading of “Light in the East” with music by Sinead O’Connor.