The dawn I missed still insists
on contemplating eternal bliss.
Looking out at the edge of dawn’s display;
seeing the light emerge orange from gray.
Some part of the new day will reveal
the hidden parts which night concealed.
Another opportunity to change the world,
or simply flow as eddies swirl.
Eternal question in my mind,
should I try or let forces move me?
Is the way of desire to see
superior to the path of surrender?
I struggle to bring out the truths I would engender?
The darkness was a place of rest
reaching into deeper realms of trust.
And new light warms the soul
but does not reveal how to reach my goal.
I must determine how to get there;
should I try or should I flow?
My inner self will somehow know
the answer to eternal questions of entitlement.
Does desire lead to enlightenment?
Or does enlightenment come forth and flow
from each new dawn’s early glow?