Dawn peeks through my window
to see if I’m awake,
pink like a rose
mid-bloom.
The house is hushed.
Beyond, lagoon waters
tentatively taste sand and rock;
a seagull cries.
The wind hums and growls
around a window
down the hall.
And there — do you hear it?
The space between sounds
shelters Silence:
the Ground of Being
where peace and light
spill through.
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