There is a sacred moment between night and day when I can meditate in solitude while being present in the natural world. There is no human interference at that time, as most people are still sleeping. No one is up except for the early rising birds who can now sing without being diluted by the traffic, machines or just humans talking over each other. Even though this peace is temporary and I will soon live through my chaos among the human society, there is profound beauty in feeling one with the self without having to act or impose the expectations others have of me. I yearn for this moment and look forward to it when I go to sleep every night.
A haiku:
before the sun shines
listening to birds chirp loud
undisturbed by man
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