The Arrival of Autumns Early Morning Light

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ut spring at the close of a winter day.~Elizabeth Bowen</p><p id="f6e4">Seasons come and go — just as the last becomes the first. With each new day promising a new beginning — every cold of winter days the fresh smell of spring. Sit in the autumn of our days — reaching for new promised growth and the budding of brighter spring.</p><p id="1640">This is my personal routine of waking at the wee hours of morning light. Beginning with confusion and dismay, not wanting to climb from the comforts of nightly healing of yesterday.</p><p id="3619">It is said, the veil to spiritual realms thinnest at this time, witching hour or the hour of the demons. Maybe it is just the time it takes to dump off our innermost thoughts in the deepest hours of slumber, waking to new thoughts entangled by yesterday's seduction of possibilities. An opportunity for letting go and beginning again.</p><p id="6fda">Thank you <a href="undefined">J.D. Harms</a> for this morning prompt and thank you Illuminations for housing these words.</p><div id="1402" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/early-morning-a-prose-poem-d37374aebc1f"> <div> <div> <h2>Early Morning: A Prose Poem</h2> <div><h3>Saturday Poetry Prompt: what happens in the early hours?</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*OPBTelILkxBcZPpCK_FuYw.jpeg)"></div

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    </div><p id="ae30">Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.</p><p id="a477"><a href="https://josephlieungh.medium.com/">Joseph Lieungh</a></p><figure id="cdc9"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*-diU7j1KS3L_puBx"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@_javardh_001?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Javardh</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure></article></body>

Seasons come and they go, passing thoughts through the thinnest of veil

Deep within our slumber, cock* striking three the veil is lifted, and residual thought sent out — yesterday’s trash wreaking havoc on inner-dimensional — bridging of hemispherical ideations giving way to promises of a new day.

Daily routine — twisted mind and rooted feet heartfelt song — carrying tunes of yesterday’s healing –song of pain and delight integrating past, present, and future tense as the third person singular.

Stretched out on the morning’s floor — cat-like poses bone-breaking news of internal struggles yielding tomorrows understanding — greater good comes not with a knocking of once at heaven’s door, but thrice calling of the soul.

It is time — moving to the sound of those before carrying a balance between good and evil perceived as such — understanding very little of this world — tangled and jaded — staying true to self from this day forward.

~ Ani Po

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Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.~Elizabeth Bowen

Seasons come and go — just as the last becomes the first. With each new day promising a new beginning — every cold of winter days the fresh smell of spring. Sit in the autumn of our days — reaching for new promised growth and the budding of brighter spring.

This is my personal routine of waking at the wee hours of morning light. Beginning with confusion and dismay, not wanting to climb from the comforts of nightly healing of yesterday.

It is said, the veil to spiritual realms thinnest at this time, witching hour or the hour of the demons. Maybe it is just the time it takes to dump off our innermost thoughts in the deepest hours of slumber, waking to new thoughts entangled by yesterday's seduction of possibilities. An opportunity for letting go and beginning again.

Thank you J.D. Harms for this morning prompt and thank you Illuminations for housing these words.

Do we see reality as it is? Or thought intertwined with a perceptual translation of how we see things? Jean Carfantan delves into this idea of a Universal Opera.

Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.