The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, And the bulrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey And burnt with cloudy crimson at dawning of the day. James Lister Cuthbertson

The Australian Sunrise

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-australian-sunrise/

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Waking up in the morning, I vow with all beings
to be ready for sparks of the Dharma
from flowers or children or birds.
Robert Aitken

http://www.gardendigest.com/morning.htm

foto – sunrise at raleigh 2010

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