Blessed is the Seeker of the Early Light. Who knows what precious colors may be rendered by sun and sky and cloud and earth, and the one who is up to observe it? Delicate hues and bold blushes intermingle in a slow motion dance, casting its subtle glow on the mountainsides above.
The early light that heralds the coming sun so gently pulses, and this majestic emanation causes the jaw to drop and an “Ah” to utter. The outer beauty of the world and the inner beauty of the soul are harmonized – majesty within and without.
Of the early light and the one who has risen from bed, who can say which is the greeter and which is the greeted? All are merged, for they were never apart.
© 2011 James K. Papp