This poem captures the essence:The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell youDon't go back to sleep!You must ask for what you really want.Don't go back to sleep!People are going back and forthacross the doorsill where the two worlds touch,The door is round and openDon't go back to sleep!
I am always so eager for dawn on the island:
A soaking shower.
Distant cock-a-doodle.
Ocean's roar.
Golf cart hum.
I had a precious meditation.
Wrapped in
A nubby old vellux blanket it became my cocoon as i awaited the darkess becoming Light and being delivered to a New Day.
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