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This is<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”> a poem in an occasional series that highlights the flash shift consciousness — that conscious open to the astounding wonders around us all the time … yet missed again and again because of our personality-based, ego-driven, tunnel vision — focused on external success.</span>
For this <span style=”font-size: 12px;”>poem</span>, you can imagine me (or yourself!) awaking early on a cold winter day, bundling up anyway, and traipsing out for a pre-dawn walk:
<p style=”padding-left: 30px;”><strong><span style=”font-size: 14px;”>The Timing of Ecstasy</span></strong></p>
<p style=”padding-left: 60px;”> 5:17 am:
I’ve gotta pee. It’s cold outside. Sliver of dawn in the dark horizon calls me.</p>
<p style=”padding-left: 60px;”> 6:22am:
Sky is shot with red.</p>
<p style=”padding-left: 60px;”> 6:37 am:
Flock of pigeons circles me.
Look, another batch flies right through them!</p>
<p style=”padding-left: 60px;”> 6:38 am:
Still circling overhead, the two flocks join!</p>
<p style=”padding-left: 60px;”> 6:39 am:
To follow their circling, I am dizzy with spinning and turning.</p>
<p style=”padding-left: 60px;”>6:42 am:
Phew, on a power line, they alight.</p>
<p style=”padding-left: 60px;”> 6:44am:
The ever first, iridescent streaming, multicolored ray of star
We call Sun
Comes flooding into my eyes</p>
<p style=”padding-left: 60px;”>6:45 am:
Exactly where I am.</p>