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The Golden Hour

June 26, 2015 4 comments

6.00AM: The best hour of the day or too close to your 3:00AM bedtime?

The first rays of the sun outline the clouds
Breaking the dark of the night
The struggle has passed
Dawn has broken the spell

Somewhere over the horizon
The hues begin to change
Red, crimson, orange, yellow, blue
Morning announces its arrival

Flocks of birds set out
Friendly chirping cries of joy
Leaves are a flutter
Crying dew drops of joy

A serene calm prevails
Nature is at peace
An inner voice beckons
In the early hours of dawn

My favourite time of day
To play treasure hunt
Seeking to find the real me
Hidden somewhere in myself
© copyright skm, 26th June, 2015
Other interesting posts in this category:
1) http://macbofisbil.com/2015/06/25/nocturnal/
2) https://sugarcoatingsince91.wordpress.com/2015/06/25/morning-routine/
3) https://willowscottling.wordpress.com/2015/06/25/the-crack-of-dawn/
4) https://jigsaw1983.wordpress.com/2015/06/25/morning-glory/
5) http://www.rileycentral.net/morning-thankfulness/
6) https://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2015/06/25/the-hours-i-keep/
7) http://geekergosum.com/2015/06/25/daily-schedule-or-the-golden-hour/
8) https://emo1956.wordpress.com/2015/06/25/no-golden-hour/
9) http://freshpaula.com/2015/06/25/morning-rituals/
10)http://clipsandsnippets.com/2015/06/25/morning-person-sans-apology/

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O La Paloma Blanca

April 22, 2014 Leave a comment

Are you a night owl or are you the early bird? What’s your most productive time of day? When do you do your best work?

The early hours are the best part of my day. It is the time when I can focus my mind and decide on the quality of thoughts for the day. After a good nights rest, it is in the morning that there is a flurry of thoughts that invade our mind. Before that happens I usually have half an hour of quiet time for prayer, contemplation and peace.

I find that this practice has been of great help to me especially in times of challenge. After a good rest, the morning sun recharges me and I am ready to give my best. So I am a morning bird that sings “O la Paloma blanca”

When the sun shines on the mountains
and the night is on the run,
its a new day,its a new way,
and I fly up to the sun.

I can feel the morning sunlight.
I can smell the new-morn hay.
I can hear Gods voices calling
of my golden skylight way.

O la paloma blanca,
Im just a bird in the sky.
O la paloma blanca,
over the mountains I fly.
Yes, no one can take my freedom away.

Once I had my share of losing,
once they locked me on a chain.
Yes, they tried to break my power.
Oh I still can feel the pain.

O la paloma blanca,
Im just a bird in the sky.
O la paloma blanca,
over the mountains I fly.
Yes, no one can take my freedom away.

Other interesting posts in this category:
1) http://bellemorgen.wordpress.com/2014/04/21/dp-because-the-night/
2) http://365daysofthankyou.com/2014/04/21/because-the-night/
3) http://djgarcia94.wordpress.com/2014/04/21/creature-of-the-night/
4) http://chasingdestino.com/2014/04/21/the-night-time-is-the-right-time-daily-post/
5) http://imagineimmortality.wordpress.com/2014/04/21/because-the-night/

 

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A Sunday Morning

August 9, 2010 Leave a comment

A Sunday Morning

The first rays of the sun outline the clouds
Breaking the dark of the night
The struggle has passed
Dawn has broken the spell

Snuggled up in bed
Tired bodies are oblivious of time
People jog on the pavement
Enjoying the sights and sounds of nature

With slow, graceful movements
A group practices Tai-chi in the park
A vendor unloads fresh vegetables
Outside the wet market

Little feet move in unison
To the dance teachers song
The streets are deserted
The shutters are drawn

The faithful clock looks forlorn
The newspaper vendor is late
The street-side hawker is asleep
Nobody pays heed on a Sunday morning

No office rush, no traffic jams
No school and no routines
A time to holiday and to picnic
For music class and sunbathing

A break from the order
When the world is laid back
All rules are broken
Peace reigns supreme on a Sunday morning

©copyright 9th August 2010 skm

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