I awake each day and darkness greets me.
The morning commuters drive by
And then there are crickets.
I reflect on the polarities of life.
It can be a whirlwind of noise and activity.
It can also be quiet and still.
I welcome and embody the silence.
Either polarity is not a permanent feature of life.
The rollercoaster of ups and downs:
The hard work and effort,
And the gift of glorious ease.
Duality often occurs
in the same time and place.
I know the sun will rise and light will peek through the curtains
by the time my morning ritual is done.
I’m ready to greet the day
Not knowing what’s next to come.