Awake on this magical morning with dawn’s
musical breeze alive in the trees.
Same breath of illumined wind felt
under the Bodhi tree, upon the Cross
and throughout all time and space.
Listen . . . attune your ears so the 
heartsong of God may be heard
in the treasure of this holy moment. 
Through Grace this awakening has come
and the blessed dissolution of the lie
that the dream of sleeping was real.
“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you,
don’t go back to sleep . . .don’t go back to sleep.”

June 2002