Awake in the darkness before the dawn,
When the world is quiet and hours last long,
There is a quality to the silence;
An open gateway to the absolute,
It is the presence of a wordless truth.
Lost among the distractions of the day,
Concerned with my capacity to pay
For all the things a normal life requires,
Fueled by stimulations that keep me wired.
Seemingly consumed by constant attacks
S0 numerous that I cannot keep track
Of where I am, time, place, or where I'm at.
But days do not consist of only strife,
There's morning silence and eternal life.