Morning mist dances on the lake
A lone heron hunts, patiently poised

The start of another day
While vespers of last night haunt me still

The sun has not yet risen
But we have
We have
Silently

The meaning of stillness overtakes
The lake becomes a dark mirror
The large bird looks up at me
The coldness of the night holds on

The sun is about to rise
Kingfisher lets himself be known
The new dance of dawn is under way
The blessing, the fight, for another day
The sun seteth
And the sun also rises
We all greet the fresh spin
But let us not forget our dreams

Lines of darkness recede
Shadows grow
Like our uncertainties and desires
The forest slowly comes to overfilling life
Ever changing
Ever flowing
Never knowing what this new chance will bring

See existence as the gulping promise of opportunity
stealthy

Mist swirls and curls
Folding in on itself
Slowly we all begin to unfurl.

Everything is one and we ones are three
The engulfing mist, the majestic heron, and me