Before a word is spoken
thoughts penetrate the morning cold
centering myself in this space
while snow falls from invisible places in the sky.
Discipline and training of oneself is the ultimate achievement
but there are minds strewn all over the place.
Broken,
crushed and bloody.
Reminders of what failure brings.
Those scenes were not a part of my instruction
and now I see the compassion of my teacher.
Gentle entreaty and example.
Persistence.
Childlike trust did not falter.
What I would give for that faith now
as I place one foot and then another painstakingly before me.
Tentative steps on the path,
exposed and vulnerable
but focused as flinted born fire.
Dawn meditations will not be missed
as their essence takes hold to shape a new day.
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