A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. Chinese ProverbThe world is silent this morning. A deep blanket of snow muffles sound. The air is still. The quiet hum of the furnace pulses in the silence of the house, my fingertips tapping on the keyboard are the only sound I hear. Within me, my song awakens.
In the quiet of a winter's morning, no birds sing. Yet their song is alive, waiting silently for dawn's break upon the horizon.
Within each of us is a song. Unique. Melodious. Passionate. Often, we cannot hear our song in the hustle and bustle of the day. But it is always there. Waiting. In the quiet of the morning, that time between night awakening and dawn breaking through the dark blanket pulled across the heavens above, it calls to us, like a Siren beckoning from the rocks, luring us away from dreaming, into the mysterious world beyond our imaginings where all things are possible, where passion awakens.
Passion makes the old medicine new:
Passion lops off the bough of weariness.
Passion is the elixir that renews:
How can there be weariness when passion is present?
Oh, don't sigh heavily from fatigue:
seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!"
Rumi
I awoke this morning with a song in my heart, a note of passion lilting through my dreams, awakening me to the possibilities of this day -- the possibilities to dance, to leap, to sing out loud. The possibilities to live with wild abandon, to fling back the covers and leap into my day, arms wide open, heart beating fast as I greet the day, passionate, on fire.
Within each of us, there is a song. Of passion. Of love. Of life.
Within each of us there is the possibility to fling back the covers, to dig out from beneath winter's snows and sing for joy. To let go of seeking the answers to questions we've never asked and the one's we can only imagine. To find the answer we need, right here, in this moment resonating in each note of the song of joy we sing to welcome in the morning.
It is a brand new day. A brand new morning. A brand new kind of living this one wild and precious life in love with the beauty within us as we joyfully greet the big, wide beautiful world around us.
It is a new morning to feel the passion. To know the joy of stepping fearlessly into the day, letting go of fatigue and weariness, donning a cloak of many colours, vibrant hues of passion come alive in the song of the morning awakening.
It is a moment for renewal. For speaking our vows to live as if there is nothing else in the world worth living for but this day. There's no other day like it.
The question is: Are you willing to find your voice and sing for the pure joy of hearing your song breaking in the morning light?
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