rise.

a tiny inspiration to meet this day with.

rise.

greet the sun in winter
through your brow, soft cheeks,
slowly waking heart.
stand in these first rays of light, deep
morning cold surrounding you like a blanket
and sip in every drop of golden wonder
before the news of tragedy,
the rise of needy children, pets,
the cup of strong green tea.

meet the sun
that deserves your deepest bow
that deserves you.

it’s not that our witnessing changes
anything out there.
its that, in committing to bear witness,
all that is
us
changes to reflect the beauty rising
back to itself.

reciprocity is first a practice
in choosing to matter.

awareness is the gate to the mountain’s heart.