There is something about those moments just before the sun rises when, if we allow ourselves, we fall so naturally into the secret chamber of the center of our being. There, a luminous door is revealed into an utterly naked exposed vulnerability, where we’ve not yet pieced together this life and its worries, where we can’t quite tell if we’re awake, asleep, dreaming, who we are, how our hearts could possibly open all the way to one more day. How will we ever respond to such an invitation? Where will we send our energy? How will we allow the radical power of kindness and compassion to take form through our bodies? In what ways we will allow ourselves to be broken open in love? In what ways will we touch the heart of another?
In the words of our friend and guide, Jalal al-Din Rumi: "Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."
Let us give everything we have to find our unique way to kneel and kiss the ground on this day – and to be that transparent vessel for grace to pour through, reassembling this world, particle by particle, with that light.