Of late, as I drive into work in the mornings I have been greeted by some spectacular sunrises. I have tried to capture these sunrises and the quiet little moments of self reflection that they inspire with camera and words, neither seem to ever quite work.
There is a Japanese word ‘Yugen’ which seems to apply here. Yugen has multiple meanings, depending on its context. In this context I am using it to describe the ineffable, to describe the emotions and the aesthetic that goes beyond explanation.
My AM commute often takes a little longer, simply because I slow down and stare, I gaze in wide wonder at this beautiful display. It amazes (but does not surprise me) that more folks don’t seem to notice this natural wonder.
Here is a little poem I cobbled together. I hope you enjoy.
I call it ‘The Morning Show.’
An awakened dream, for all to see.
Few will notice, even fewer seem to care.
I hypnotically stare into the eye of the universe, to the giver of all life.
Bright! Fluorescent, like a gaudy flash from an eternal source.
Red! Orange! Yellow! Blue!
Gossamer tendrils spreading forth to welcome a new day.
Tawdry, yet ancient and silent. Profound yet mundane as the breath beneath one’s nose.
How I long for your rhythm, the eternal hum of the universe.
All the Best,