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DAWN by Vidya Chetan

I feel that dawn is the finest time to do anything…

As such, I start my day at dawn with prayer, and reflections into my inner self, which really calm my mind and fill me with resilience with which to face the rest of the day. Quietness experienced at dawn cannot be conveyed in any way. I experince dawn as the most divine time. As the sun rises dazzlingly each day, I feel myself filled with the same vitality. Reflecting on such thoughts, I start my day with the name of God.

The serenity and harmony I feel at dawn cannot be paralleled with any artificial, external luxuries. I feel that Nature looks upon dawn and dusk as the paramount time of the day. I’ve found that by meditating and contemplating on our thoughts at the start of each day enables us to forget our sorrows and strains. The tranquillity attained through this practice inspires me to dwell on my inner self and be more spiritually aware of my soul.


Dawn
by Vidya Chetan

As day begins—divine moment of the entire day—
Nature assumes a peaceful moment of time:
Auburn coloured sky with glossy rays,
pour inside the creeks of my window.

Golden sunrays pierce my skin,
healing body and soul,
as I meditate and contemplate upon the start of time:
Invigorating and nurturing of my soul!

New day begins with renewed thoughts,
cleansed with a new ray of hope.
The milieu around me hushes at this sacred moment,
adjoining serenity and calmness at its uttermost.

Day begins with novel thoughts,
forgetting yesterday's distress,
we start with new hopes and inspiration!
As light pours over dark,
glee spreads over grief.

New rays slowly peep in,
bestowing fresh views and an empty mind:
Peace from this emptiness is splendid!
A mesmerizingly unique experience to me.

Dawn -the revitalizing stint of the day:
Is the perfect time for devotions,
for receiving blessings from elders,
for recalling our ancestors,
for walking into nature.
It's the time to plan the rest of the day,
and the time to be myself: my soul!

I thank God for one more day,
expressing deep gratitude for this day,
and for a new life lived beside dear ones.



Vidya Chetan: A blogger on social and environmental issues surrounding current events, Vidya is deeply inspired and motivated by Nature’s green beauty, which she finds both calming and energizing to her soul. As such, spirituality and Nature are closely linked for Vidya: a theme she often writes about with much passion. As a full time working professional in a corporate atmosphere, Vidya finds that the meditative practice of writing poems helps calm her mind, relieve tension and keep her sane. Her debut poetry book, Song of Soul was published in 2012. An ardent fan of Wordsworth and Gibran, Vidya finds solace in their works, which relieve her of her tensions and worries.


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