Dawn

within the world, there was a man named dawn
he lived quite well with happiness in his soul
and did not long to be anywhere, but where he was at
he lived by himself, yet never felt lonely or bored
or restless
he did not live an extraordinary life in any way
that stood out
where one could say, wow - he is so amazing
or so wondrous in his voice and manner ...
he simply  lived what came to him in his life
as it unfolded....
he loved to be in the open country and stroll about
he did not look for anything in particular,
but went about enjoying what came to his eyes
he loved to watch the sky in it's expansive beauty
and the way the clouds rolled in
and changed shape..
and how the light filtered through with glorious color
at sunset and sunrise...
he enjoyed the bird's song, and feel of freshness to the air
after the rains
and the reflections of the clouds in the puddles...
he loved the bright blossoms on the trees of such varieties
and shapes and stages of growth
and the hearty earth with all it's bright bits of fallen life
and decaying substance....
and the waters that reflect and rush and change mood with the light
of day...
and the various people and creatures
about in different ways of moving
and being....
what have you...
all of it was good entertainment in it's way..
but if he was inside, this did not make him unhappy
for he enjoyed what was here ...
how could he speak about this to others...
when their world was so ridden with drama about this and that...
and for him to say how he simply enjoyed the day for what it brought
would be so very foreign to those in the throes of mental
ups and downs ---
but dawn did not harbor enemies and judgements within.. it wasn't like that
that he was better or someone else was worse...
it was just that he did not live in drama...
or find an interest there ...
he kept himself abiding in what was here, and that was all truly...
possibly others may find this kind of life boring or dull...
because there are  no ups and downs and in betweens ...
but it is far, far from this ....
it is quiet and peaceful...
and rich in it's steady presence...
and simple, truly....
the mind is so used to making life so very *big* and filled
with some-thing, that it cannot easily move away from this
but dawn was not to wrangle with any of this kind of thing...
why some were this way
and why others were another way...
it didn't even come up...
he moved about his day, not occupied with deep questions or
philosophies about how life should or should not be ...
about how others should or should not be ...
about loss and gain and all of that ...
it did not come up like this in his mind ...
and as he sat down to read or write in the evening..
it was as if nothing ever happened ..
nothing ever took place...
but if you asked him how his day went..
he would say *fine* ... or maybe something would
come up in the moment ..
but then soon it would be gone...
no energy left there anymore..
no hooks to hold anything in place..
simply quietude reigning..