It grows light. It is becoming lighter. The world, the cosmos, lightens in dawn. The mind responds to the growing light with peace, gratitude, quiet joy, and expectancy. What is arriving, what is slowly dawning forth? Much is unknown. The sun gives light, but has not yet appeared from behind the mountains. It grows lighter. It is waking up. And the mind awakens, too: watching and waiting. It comes into consciousness, and recedes, each moment fresh and alive. It is only a part of the whole that one sees in a moment, but that part awakens a desire to see more, to see the whole, and to know it as it is. But one must be patient, not grasping, for it unfolds or becomes or arrives as it wills. It is alive with wonders and seeming possibilities. Too vast, too unknown, too mysterious for a name. It arouses wonder, incites or invites curiosity. What is this that happens now, that arrives yet is here, grows lighter now, but will darken again in time? This part, this member, wonders. You are here.
