Dawn

by Dion

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I wake up every morning before dawn embraced by the world.

Night birds sing in gardens as warm waters cleanses my skin.

Down the hill on my bicycle I descend into the final night

to the shores at the end of darkness.

The wind rushing around me tells me I am alive.

The tears in my eyes from the force of the air on my face reminds me life is a terrible beauty.

For a few moments my soul is dreaming with my eyes open as it does often,

visions of colors cascading in emanating patterns beyond the wavelengths of our spectrums sight.

I do not know the love of humans now for tides ebb and flow as thalassa* calls me to her,

To see her being kissed by the coming Light.

As I ride my bicycle along the bay a shorebird cries, searching for her lost beloved.

The faint light growing behind the hills murmurs of energy changing unceasingly.

A caress of softness in the air whispers of life always becoming new again.

There along the marshes and streams that entreat the sea I watch the tides.

Sometimes I delight in the low tides that reveal the shoulders of the Earth

opening and bending - inviting and giving sustenance and transformation.

Sometimes I cherish the high tides of hidden darkness - of mysterious depths

enveloping the quivering breasts of Earth’s creation miracle.

Tides high or tides low - mists lift and lips brush the growing Light.

Ripples lap back … and … forth … for lifetimes

waves of water and Light sing to each other of eternity.

I stop and stand astride my bicycle, unmoving - with my face slightly bowed to the sea -

I become the stillness of dawn.

Then the very first rays of the growing sliver of the sun brings forth the courting orange-headed avocets who call to each other and the mingling yellow and orange Light announces me.

Flocks of northern geese descend with trumpeting calls and graze on open fields behind me.

Flocks of pelicans dip down and with pointed bend of wings, they float before me.

Baby rabbits run and freeze by the tall grasses and I smile at my own fear.

A snowy egret and a green heron, feeding together, turn towards each other in a circle

a curving living ying and yang mandala mirror to each other of darkness and Light.

As the sun starts to rise over the hills, rays of blue gold light emerge over the skyline.

I look into the waters, the reeds, the hills and the sky.

I have only been awake an hour and I have lived lifetimes since I awoke and I am alive now!

I see the infinite echoing of life in every particle and in everything - the dawn.

 

*thalssa - Greek for the sea

 

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There are many dawns.

On these mornings I may have seen a glimpse of myself and

all that is around me singing together.

I share these words because it is too much for me to endure,

to keep to myself what I have seen and felt or to think it is just of my own making.

See the joy of the unfolding dawn dancing around you and within you -

the miracle of creation in every particle and in every moment.

Know the miracle of the dawn in you that is yours and everyone’s.

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I have lived a life well lived

for I have seen more dawns then sunsets

for I as a leaf still unfolding 

in no matter how much darkness 

I always find the Light.

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As a closet macho male 

I don't like pink flowers or pink clothing 

I only like the color pink in sunsets and sunrises

and in one other thing:

in the mysterious folds of the yoni

in intimacy with women

and in my waking dreams of making love with the Goddess

 

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{All Dionysos Maskaleris writings copyright or copyright pending}

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