by the Slow transfer of the moon to sun's light

Before the Dawn,
there is goodness in us all,
our sleeping beds,
our pillow cocooned heads
retain the last images of our dreams before we wake.

Before the Dawn,
unconscious humans, united in peace
connected by similar journeys,
those stories that humans never speak.

Before the Dawn,
evil intentions are separated from sight
by the slow transfer of the moon to sun's light.

Before the Dawn,
we are all innocent, all possibilities
limitless, one urge important, clear.

Before the Dawn,
beginning beautiful light of the day shyly finds its way to my cheek,
Life kisses me good morning.

Eyes and body half aware of sensation,
mind uncluttered, unabashed- there is only one need:
and The moment I wake there is Love.

Waterfire Stories: 9/11/2010.

Waterfire Stores: 9/11/2010.



I do not know what life is. It must have something to do with a traffic light reflected on black water beside the white fire and a child in a stroller and the popcorn-flavored smell of smoke. I do not know what love is. I do know how it feels to walk hand in hand with you inside the echo of an ancient tune with the moon almost full and the fire I long since thought had died coming alive somewhere inside me. -Kenneth Slaughter