The sun emerges from the horizon
In its well-defined orbit
Inking the sky with shades of gold
Greeting the dwellers behind closed windows
The coming of a new day
Whether they have the courage to face it or not
Dark silhouettes of trees
Restore the greenness of their leaves
The black silk of the river
Glitters with dancing waves
Even the child who tried to hide
Stands before the open curtain
A dim shadow cast on the wall behind
Even he is intrigued
Invited to melt into life’s sacred center
About the Creator
Harry Haller
Words often distort thoughts, revealing that what is wisdom to one might seem foolish to another—yet this difference in understanding adds richness to our shared experiences.
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