Morning meditation
Caught in the nets of being
we struggle to be free
to disentangle ourselves
from anything from everything
that holds us back on life’s ladders
I awake at dawn
with a plan in my head
a thread of thought
that might lead to some
liberating action
At dawn in the dark world
I sit and meditate
as I sip at my coffee
weigh the trammels
and the chances
of leading my life
into a new dimension
my ears cocked
for a message from the angels
who circulate all around us
I hear foxes chewing
the last cud of the night
before they slope away
I hear birdsong
that reminds us each day
to begin afresh
without remorse or doubts
I hear the blank silence
that somehow
I must fill with words :
these are some
of those words
John Lyons
And what wonderful words they are .
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