As the body wakes
the sun builds above the hills
tight muscles ache
and meadowlarks trill
The quiet night sounds break
to a hymn of life
as the orange-gold rays overtake
the stings of night-strife
One breath crests
unfurls the leaves of pipal-
let the eye-of-god rest
upon his people
My body bows in first position,
an active sunrise meditation.
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