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• A boney body June 21, 2005 8:28 am

  

  Morning Star!
  Not a star at all,
  just a reflection
  of a real fire-ball.
  All is well
  in the pre-dawn sky
  amidst the display
  in the darkness,
  patterns of dots
  connecting to my destiny,
  a meaning so personal,
  and yet, as vast as the panorama,
  light-years in the making,
  for me to see
  and sear into my soul as sustenance
  in an instant.
  Morning prayer,
  a resonance of the universal chant
  moving through me,
  a slower delineation of energy
  than light,
  but still pulsing, building,
  vibrant and resounding,
  even more personal;
  connecting me still
  to the dots in the sky
  Morning drink,
  acknowledgement of being physical,
  of needing the acclimatized
  and the temporal,
  a realization of how delicate
  a creature I am
  within the rhythm of life.