Breeze Before Dawn
Breeze Before Dawn I Can Hear the breeze in the trees across the street. The Buddhist prayer flags across my front porch dance with this invisible partner. As if cutting in, the now silent breeze kisses my face. Pilgrim, have you heard of the breeze at dawn? This is the night breeze before dawn. Its secrets are deeper yet,.... and quieter. I, in my rocker, move to its silent beat. I have fallen to the place where resting in my Creator, makes all circumstances the same. They are just my present... Sign in to see full entry.