Awakened

I am the stillness

during the waking hour

when I do not think

nor recall.

When all the rest sleeps

and the air sighs

and the dew is wet

and the sun begins its rise.

There in the border

between night and day

a space is made for me

in my calmest repose.

Before thoughts intercede

and noise drowns me out,

you will find me there.

The still observer,

the quiet child,

who lives upon the line

between the darkness

and light.

I am nameless

voiceless

and awakened.