Most mornings find me sitting in the hot tub looking at the stars just as the not-yet-risen sun is beginning to color the eastern horizon. Today a haiku showed up, and left me smiling (as such things often do). But then this particular haiku revealed itself to be something of a chameleon, capable of shifting form to reveal a deeper message. I really love it when that happens. It feels like I am falling in love with my life, or perhaps falling in love with myself.

every morning
I sit quietly and watch
as the world wakes up 

every morning
I sit quietly and watch
as my soul wakes up