Posted On June 27, 2017

There is a time in the morning,
before the dawn breaks—
before the moon has rested—
a time to sit and listen as the birds greet first-light.
A time when there are no constraints,
where no one needs anything and no one is pulling at us. 
A time when there are no responsibilities except to Be. 
The coffee tastes rich and black.
I light a candle,
sink into the couch,
and gaze out the window. 
The only ones in this sacred space are my dog, the birds, the Creator, and me. 
Sometimes we talk.
Other times we listen. 
Often, we hear our hearts beating in rhythm with each other
singing silent love songs.
One with the birds and the Creator.
One with me and all of life.
—brian j plachta

Written by Brian J. Plachta

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