Yesterday when I was having my morning coffee while watching the sunrise, this beautiful dragonfly came to visit. It perched right on the house wall with the reflection of the rising sun in the rice paddies as a backdrop, so I had to capture this magical moment on camera!
This is what I woke up to at 5.30 A.M today. And I mean that quite literally because the whole outward facing wall in my bedroom is made up of glass. I love when the rice paddies get completely flooded with water so that they can work as a mirror for the rising sun.
A balm for the soul. 💖☀️💖😊
The morning air has been
whipped into frost to mend the
Barrenness of broken paths,
Sunned to death by the sum of
Our loveless days.
Reaching branches, sketched by
Dawn, break black and rise out of that
White and gray sea
Where farmers gather rivers
into veins to thin out
The morning air is laced with coriander.
Thick white fog creeps up my bare arms,
The wet cold licks make me shiver
Despite the spring heat.
Crows whine on the rooftops,
Shedding black feathers as they scavenge
There is a sense of expectation in the air,
As if the fog has veiled something,
A truth that is waiting to show itself
As soon as the remains of winter lift.
My courage sprang behind the night
When dawn let out her hair,
With the weavings of necessities
Making up her diadem.
Supposedly she came to mourn
The parting of my trust,
She twirled her locks around my heart
Like ribbons cut by time,
And sanctioned my surrendery
To the everlasting climb.
Slowly, open your sheltering petals
sing, softly into the ambering lake
let the mud fall, piece by piece
rise, gently, towards the morning sunrise
beyond the still waters and cloudless sea
Grow, wildly into the purpling meadows
and the burning heaven-bound hills
Breathe your Joy into the sunlit stars
and moon-blazing days
Be the grace that brought you here
Swim, with the angels of the sea
dance, with the awakening spring
Be, Breathe, Rise, softly
into the Morning Sunrise