It is such a simple thing to wake up in the morning. I know
well dark nights where perhaps a thought maybe the morning will not come.
I know well the mornings where my eyes open and the world is a fresh mystery,
untouched, an absolute purity, clean and open armed.
I know well the work days
where I would toddle off to a corporate meeting breathing the amazing energy of
life. I would enter the room and WHAM the energy within would singe me like the
open flamed hearth I imagine at steel mills. I would step back outside the door
and feel the cool peace. Step back through and feel the fiery negativity. I
would ponder those tiny six or so inches separating awareness into two diverse
and tangible experiences. I confess, giggle, there were times I thought to do
an about face, turn the other way and beg forgiveness later.
The first people the Buddha met after his enlightenment
asked if he was a god or what. Buddha replied he was neither. He simply said “I
am awake.” Perhaps that is the thread of
waking up in the morning - those tiny six inches or so separating my chosen
experience. I can turn on my heels and not enter the portal of life as it is. I
can enter as I am awake and open. To see the morning and everyone I meet, the
must do, would like to do, breath and emotion as those tiny six inches. To
breathe and whisper quietly, sweet mercy yes, thank you, I am and will be
awake.
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