Hills flame in sunrise light
Birds fly southward in formation.
Treetops are touched with gold
Winter grasses glowing.
I run to greet them
Hands stinging in chilly air.
Fleeting perennial moment,
Primordial simplicity
Free from wishes, hopes and fears.
My earliest ancestors
Awoke to such a morning
Such a wonder.
This glimpse beyond the screen
Of anger, craving, dullness
Our richest inheritance
Awareness.
Soham asmi
I am that.
Birds fly southward in formation.
Treetops are touched with gold
Winter grasses glowing.
I run to greet them
Hands stinging in chilly air.
Fleeting perennial moment,
Primordial simplicity
Free from wishes, hopes and fears.
My earliest ancestors
Awoke to such a morning
Such a wonder.
This glimpse beyond the screen
Of anger, craving, dullness
Our richest inheritance
Awareness.
Soham asmi
I am that.
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