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If you don’t have to, try NOT to blitz the dawn… the unrushed moment can reveal the immensity of ‘zero’, and recognizing that space from which everything unfolds… like that opening when the forgotten is on the tip of the tongue… before a tumble of particulars are told… grateful for that expanse… you are the very background from which the imperative ‘me’ endlessly consolidates…
MORNING TIME
by Ken McKeon
Each morning when I wake I do
Three clockwise rotations of my head,
Then three counter, these as I sit
On the edge of my bed, I find
Doing so displays my impatience
With myself, my given lot,
With where I am morning time,
The bedroom, the steep stairs,
The front door opening to the porch
And then the few brick steps,
And all the world beyond,
Best to allow things to begin
As they can and will, best not
To force the presence of the day,
Allow everything to stretch and wake,
And everything begins with me,
I think this and know I’m kind
Of off, even before I appear
There’s this slowly blossoming
Presence of the whole, and
Even before that a deeply silent
Barest sense of openness,
No after, no drift, no fall, no rise,
And then the day begins to have its say.
