Have you found your orient?

The sun peeks out over there.

Precise, expected mathematics expressing itself in tender candor.

Waiting for the dawn won't make it dawn any earlier.

Soaking up the night won't let you keep its darkness.

But if you don't get up to take in the daybreak, something will slip past you.

The renewed breeze won't whisper its magic secrets to you.

The torrid orange of the clouds won't bring you the good news.

The warmth will pass right through your numb lethargy.

Inside looks dark, from the outside.

Go into yourself and watch your dawn.

The sun peeks out over here.

Have you found your center?