Another Look Inside A Dawn Run Hot with Morning (The Poetry II)

In two recent blog posts in the last few weeks, you got a look inside A Dawn Run Hot with Morning first at the Introduction and later at some of the Poetry. As promised, here is a third blog post that takes yet another look inside the book. Get a look at more of the Poetry that will appear on the book's pages. Enjoy!

Compassion


So moved,
you reached for my hand.
Although startled, I remain here
disarmed
by the gesture,
as I give you mine.
And your face is the picture of sincerity.
I see so plainly the mirror, the reflection to my anguish in your eyes.
Your daring empowers my resolve and leads me to smile.

Meditation


I journey within to the confines
of emotion, of memory, of consciousness
I have found a stillness here
I have quieted my mind only to
Navigate the topography of inner peace
I am here, I am present

As I chant my mantra with every breath:
―Ham-sa
I hold on tightly to moments of solitude
The past and the future drop away
A unified consciousness emerges
Soundless reverberating unity
Inwardly, I howl of freedom

The Power of Now


We are hopelessly nostalgic
Gently caressing the finest moments of
Yesterday.
Like a musician harbors the soaring high note
We bend time for the expressed
purpose of being.
But like pending judgment,
the future awaits us.
Embrace the supreme power of now.
Hear it beckon your every impulse.
Know that the present is yours to define.
Expand it.
Multiply it.
Deliver it.

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Another Look Inside A Dawn Run Hot with Morning (The Poetry I)

In a recent blog post, you got a look inside A Dawn Run Hot with Morning at the "Introduction."  As promised, here is another look inside the book. Glimpse some of the Poetry that will appear in the book's pages. Enjoy!

Dawn

 
As I rise, I ponder
The newness of morning
and the transience of day.
In these quiet waking hours,
a dawn runs hot with morning.
And the day moves
like the warm earth odor of fall
that sits on the breeze
and scatters all memory of summer.
This is the breeze that curls toes
and unfurls well-being.


The Hug


She stood up on the sand, walked in the
direction of the water, spread her arms wide
and embraced the sky.

She turned her head upward, admired each
buoyant cloud, took in the sun’s rays and was
heartily affected by the deeply bright blue of
the sky.

When she was satisfied, she turned back to
her family beaming.

She sat back down on the summer blanket
flush with love.



The Night Moves


The moon is love and the night moves.

Close the door--
aching surprise mounts this eve.
Blessed sun will crawl across the horizon.
Heed your will as the darkness bends strangely toward the day.
Whisper to me the songs of your solitude.

The moon is love and the night moves.


Copyright © 2010 by January Nicole Wilson
 
Now that you have read some of the Poetry, you might be curious to see even more of the Poetry that is inside the cover of A Dawn Run Hot with Morning. Stay tuned. There is yet another look inside to come.