sunriseWhile I meditate in the quiet before sunrise.
I hear the click of my prayers beads.
The heater moves the air and the candle flames like the breath of Tara.
The candles cast moving shadows on my shrine making the Buddhas dance.

While I meditate in the quiet before sunrise.
The slow inhale and exhale of my sleeping dog quiets my mind.
The creaks of the house tell me to return to my breath.
The rooster crowing and the first bird songs are the voice of Tara reminding me to let go of my attachment to unfocused thought.

While I meditate in the quiet before sunrise.
I dedicate my practice as the sun comes over the trees.
The first rays of sunlight touching my face are the rainbow light of the Buddhas.
They reflect off of me and back to them and out to the world.

While I meditate in the quiet before sunrise.
May all beings benefit.

dedicated to my teacher