Awaken to find your treasures illumined
just before the sun rises.
Pre-dawn light lifts the veil of illusion.
The beloved is here.
A discovery after journeying.
It was simply the child peering outside of herself.
She had fallen into a tale of disbelief,
and a spell of conditioned verses.
In a wise tradition she recognizes herself
in each metamorphosis.
Sacred morning is a soft declaration
of another transformation.
Quiet rising of gentle dancing life
as an invitation to blossom.
All is full as she allows the magnificent
to stream into a single breath.
Sweet one, the beloved is here.