Morning wakes up..with the ‘Shawl of Night’. I see how again, a new day has arrived.
It never waits..comes on time.
Nothing ever waits. We just flow. Sometimes steeper, or , other times, on a shallow way. Struggling to find an Even Path.. Junked now. Prosper then,. Stops. Takes a pace, & get flay.
It can’t be paused. It has to go through HARVESTINGS. Pops out, to give a pleasant breeze or sometime, stings..!
For the ‘rock’ which I had climbed, to rose up.. further steeps down..and brings me down.
Then comes the Night, where I stop. But its in motion. Waiting to understand..new morning’s notion.
And the new morning wakes up, with the ‘Shawl of Night’…