Morning Makes Room
Tuesday, March 7th, 2006
Outside — Cassiopeia, Orion and the Dipper’s watch the Gibbon Moon traverse the night sky
Inside — Student and teacher sit and poke at the edges of Mu
Night makes room for morning — A coyote so close, when she breath her breath becomes mine. Deep in her animal samati, she calls to all the will listen “I am here, this is now.”
Morning makes room — As suddenly as she started, she stops. She looks left, then right. Waits but a few seconds, then is off. She gave a chance to match her call to all that will listen “I am here, this is now - I am here, this is now.”
Poem by Will
