Every morning,
in the wee small hours,
a hallowed time
of quiet and still.
Away from
all the mayhem
and my perfectly
misdirected will.

With no question
to ask or to answer,
no narrated blow by blow,
I just let go
and come to know,
the what and why
of my sacred I.

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