My prejudices, my residual hurts, my fears tend to colour everything I see. To awaken my consciouness to the nature of all these things enables the curtain to be lifted and for me to see more clearly. Life has much to do with the filters through which we see it.
I watched the sunrise this morning. As the tops of the trees were touched by light, so the shadows of night dissolved and hidden forms rose out of sleep and stood boldly and ready to face another day.
The scene never ceases to amaze me. It is the ancient story of life itself as it moves from being not seen to being seen, from being unconscious to being conscious, from night into the light of day.