Marvin Lurie

Painting The Morning

The entire material universe and the empty sky are nothing but a painting. Dogen

First light.
Trees tangled in shadows,
mist hugging their limbs.
If I could paint this world
between dawn and sunrise,
I would smooth into each brush stroke
the possibilities of ten thousand mornings.
I could look at my picture in a foreboding time
and conjure a more forgiving day.


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