Hot golden light marks transition again
from dreaming to waking and walking
across another threshold, a marker
of boundary space, from year to year.
What was formerly toil, now practice.
What was formerly struggle, somewhat eased.
Where there was nothing, now there is no-thing.
This spaciousness, this self, all meeting this new year.
Monday, January 2, 2012
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