Dawns Early Light

With years and years of sitting, meditating and watching night become day, I cannot remember the last dawn I missed. One startling fact is that dawn always came, as today, but it doesn’t have to.  The truth is that we can never live as if dawn was a guarantee, that we have some pact with the sun to keep burning and with the earth to keep turning.   Repetition breeds a numbing unconsciousness that is terrifying when a note is missed.  It is best to live with a certain sense of weary anticipation which breeds an ever-present attitude of gratefulness when the normal actually does occur because normal, when considered, is often unrecognized miracles.

Wolfgang Laib's hazelnut pollen work at the MoMA