Practicing before dawn,
Writing at the edge of the night
Are allegories of awakening.
Travel the few meters that separate the bed and the cushion,
when the house is still asleep.
The lonely cat watched the pillars of darkness.
I join her, walk past her, to the dawning world.
The candle ritual is every day the same.
One hour, or a few moments, sometimes, only,
To be awake is also to see those who are asleep,
The bottom of consciousness is awakening within awakening.
As awakening is awakening among sleeping souls..
Notes & Silence 
I have heard others speak of the value of waking practice. Perhaps, at a liminal time, the heart, mind, soul, is more ready to step into a place where reality can be seen for what it is.
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