Good Mornings

Between the conscious and the unconscious, the mind has put up a swing: all earth creatures, even the supernovas, sway between these two trees, and it never winds down. Angels, animals, humans, insects by the million, also the wheeling sun and moon; ages go by, and it goes on. Everything is swinging: heaven, earth, water, fire, and the secret one slowly growing a body. Kabir saw that for fifteen seconds, and it made him a servant for life.
— Kabir

Breakfast. Emerging from the tent, I'd clean up and make my way through dewy grass to the dining hall and the tree swing. A cup of hot coffee, a visit from the ashram cat still slow with sleep, setting my intention for the day ahead, and looking up into the trees.