Welcome the Unfinished

The pause between night and day
suffers the wind, the rain,
the dark uncertainty
to welcome the unfinished
with the grace of a bird.
Each morning I go to this altar
emptying the night
bucket after bucket
until I’ve space enough
for the dawn.





10 Responses to “Welcome the Unfinished”

  1. David Kyle says:

    I love the image of emptying the night bucket. It takes me back in time before my time, but ever my time now each morning, until I can feel in myself the that space of inner dawn in me. Thank you.

  2. Pichay says:

    yes!…..and for me the bucket emptying has a practical role in my lying half awake in the pre-dawn. I rise, turn up the thermostat, and, in the dark I stagger into the bathroom. I return to my warm bed and listen to the dawn in deepest gratitude for Earth Mother’s dedicated consistency. Now, as I close, the Sun peaks over the East Ridge. Hallelujah.

  3. T Johansson says:

    Beautiful, Don…

  4. David Banner says:

    I am reminded of welcoming all….and the Rumi poem about the Guest House.

  5. Rose says:

    The letting go and the welcoming, all one process. Lovely.

  6. tom wilson says:

    Simply brilliant and full of reverence and power. Showing up for the unfolding, not asking for something else.


  7. dennis lopez says:

    Getting closer & closer to the Haiku? ..a good one Don

  8. Kaia True says:

    Ahhh… What dreams are made of… 🙂

  9. Sylvia McAfee says:

    I think that is a wonderful dance of words, Don
    Thank you.

  10. Maria Frid says:

    That space in between, is the sacred silence of knowing. I am grateful for your ability to put it into words.

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