Startling sunrise

This blazing sunrise startled me with its beauty one cold morning last week. It brings to mind the lovely words of Mary Oliver, who I’ve just heard has died today:

… and I thought
how the sun

blazes
for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises

under the lashes
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?

What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it

whatever you want, it is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire.

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