An unexpected ‘good morning’

WAKING UP

Dahlia Tera

Sometimes, there is first the dawn,
With its golden and coppery streaks of light;
Then comes a ball of fire
In yellows, oranges and reds ,
So sharp that it looks like made of glass.
It radiates the sky around and spreads.

Sometimes filaments that stretch and propagate
Alternating yellow, orange, blue and purple;
They look like brushstrokes of paint.
The sun is there but more nuanced.

Sometimes, just a few almost white rays
Of pale yellow, shy, thin…
It finds it hard to be seen.

Sometimes, not even these faint rays,
Just a uniform and flat gray.

From the exciting red ball
You would like to play with,
To the gray blanket
You don’t want to get out of…

And so for me……
Sometimes feeling an energetic tiger
Roaring in early morning,
Sometimes feeling an insipid crawling thing!

Some awakenings are sparkling,
They glue wings in your back.
A little thing is enough
To put some springs under your feet:
A word, a sudden smile,
An unexpected ‘good morning’,
Namaste, a simple gesture…..
And everything feels light and easy,
You feel an exciting energy inside,
You want to be efficient, kind, generous.
And you can actually do a lot more things.
You plan projects, you make dreams,
Perfectly achievable.
You find ‘solutions’ to all problems.
You are looking for positive and optimistic answers.
How beautiful these days..!
Like bouquets of flowers..!
When the sun smiles at you
When you wake up with the red ball of fire
In your hands.

Some day you wake up inside colored filaments ..
But filaments….
You know that there will be good times there
And you will have to grasp them..
But there will be also flat and repetitive moments;
You will feel caught in the gear of the usual things.
You lived a filamentous awakening.
Some days are just harder than others
In which you seem to act by inertia.

And then, there are the days
When you don’t want to wake up!
You like half-sleep under the blanket
When everything is still;
You feel empty and spoiled
Like a gray dawn.
Only softness and laziness
Waking up and not waking up..
Without strength, without desire.
And you can’t even tell
If you are happy or not,
If the gray dawn is handsome or ugly.

As the sun, sometimes, you cannot say if the day will be nice,
You don’t know what turn the time will take.

The rising sun and me,
Ups and downs of the life:
In smiles and tears,
In joy and pain,
Life and me, life inside me ,
Life and you, life inside you,
Hoping for better … for the best..
Yes…
May HOPE always be the STRONGEST!