The space between

Dawn peeks through my window

to see if I’m awake,

pink like a rose


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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