i keep on waking up just before three in the morning.
and in those instances, always, always, i notice
my heart responding to certain realities in my life
where i am most uncomfortable, or contented.
i have learned to listen to these
not so oblivious murmurs of my heart.
i am not sure if this is true for most of humanity,
but in this waking up, i have found
if i did a stupid mistake, if i have been found wanting
in charity, if a decision i made is ill-thought or ill-advised.
and i begin to see that early morning
the dawn, is where my consciousness is
freed from the garbage
of my mind.
