The Beauty Of Dawn


The Quiet Beauty Of Dawn

Early to rise, you're still in the lingering darkness of night. A faint lightening of the horizon tells you dawn is on its way. A hush is felt with this awakening, a need to whisper so as not to disturb small creatures as they begin to stir. No need to scream or yell, anticipation tucks its paws under and quietly waits.

A Poem By Rumi

You're grateful to be awake so early this morning and even more pleased that you're up and outside already. You can feel this rarefied moment rolling within you as if the beginning of time is calling your name.

It brings to mind the poem by Rumi. You have no desire to go back to sleep. The words play silently on your lips. Don't go back to sleep. 

No, sleep is out of the question. Not because you can't, but because you don't want to sleep. Not now, not while you stand witness to an awakening.

Dawn Spills Across The Sky

Gathering momentum, dawn spills across the sky scattering pigments across miles of space. It's the promise of a sun that has come to warm us, to bring us to life.

A sun upon which we are utterly dependent. When the sun snuffs out, the Earth will expire with it.

Today, however, such thoughts are whisked away on threads of pink and they evaporate in a brightening sky.

Today is here. Today is now. Today we rejoice at another dawn.

Let us lift our hearts in the wonder of our fragile existence and in the strength of our courage to face another day. For this day we have been given.

Savor the gift.


Winter Solstice Poem

Mother of Air, Goddess of the limitless skies.
She is Owl Woman and will carry you through the long dark nights of winter dreaming.
The sun is reborn at winter solstice and days gradually lengthen.
A time of hope and anticipation.
— Owl Woman artwork by Wendy Andrew

Winter Solstice Still

A slow breath, inhale.
Hold in the stillness of winter.
Even the Light becomes still in winter,
outer senses barely perceive it.
Embers of light smolder within our chest.
Our hearts, hollowed out,
make room for greater light.
A slow breath, exhale.
Flames leap to life.
Darkness is once again vanquished.

–Leslie Anneliese

From Darkness To Light

At the Solstice, the darkness of winter exerts its power and stakes its claim as the longest night of the year.

Yet, in the next breath, the darkness turns and starts a steady march to the shortest night of the year in summer.

Cycles of our lives. Our days. Our moments.

Hold on to the light. Spring is coming.

May your heart shine bright with peace and joy even in the darkness.

May your Winter Solstice be filled with expanding light, both within and without.


Old Houses Haiku



Old Houses

Old houses sigh as
Dusty, dream-filled corners sag
Wrinkled elegance

–Leslie Anneliese




Photos are from the Château de Gudanes in France.

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Do old houses speak to you?


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Old Men And Disrupted Sleep

Old Men And Disrupted Sleep

Old men pee in the middle of the night,
Oh yes, and go mad. That, too.
There is no kingly howling to their visit to the loo.
Just a shuffle, groping for a light, then back to bed.
Perchance to dream, but probably not.
A fleeting thought escapes: Is this it?
Is this all there is to life?
A turn into the pillows carries them back to a land of sleep
Where daughters never betray them and
Glory fills the mountains with the sound of their name.
Souls grow weary of this mortal coil that binds.
Time to slip off that thread, hopefully, without too much madness.

–Leslie Anneliese 


Poetry And Creativity

This poem was born out of an on-line chat with fellow meditators on the topic of waking up in the middle of the night. It is with a bow to a powerful poem, Old Men Go Mad At Night, written by Tennessee Williams in 1972, and references to Shakespeare and King Lear that I offer it.

Old men go mad at night
but are not Lears
— Tennessee Williams

Students of The Radiance Technique® (TRT®) can bring radiant energy to their reading of poetry as well as the writing of their own prose and poetry. Exploring the meaning behind the words is part of the fun. 

Expand your creative expression by choosing to focus on particular TRT® hands-on positions, such as Head Positions #2 and #4, also Front Position #1. Connect with your TRT® Authorized Instructor for guidance and refer to the book, The New Expanded Reference Manual of The Radiance Technique®, Authentic Reiki®, Third Edition, by Dr. Barbara Ray, Ph.D.

Even in our dreams, we dream of awakening.


Man walking through a gate: photo by h.koppdelaney


The Bamboo And The Sky

The Bamboo And The Sky

If I were to tell you, your essence is that which is held
inside the hollow bamboo.

If you lift that bamboo up and behold the sky,
where is the division between the vastness
and that which is you?

It is always One.

It is just that you begin
to perceive only the bamboo case.
You think that outer shell is you.

You need to move back to the hollowness,
to the emptiness, and in that moment,

You are the entire vast sky itself.


–Leslie Anneliese


Stones On Fire

Stones Are Burning

Here is a poem of burning stones and silence by Thomas Merton.

In Silence

Be still.
Listen to the stones of the wall.
Be silent, they try to speak your

to the living walls.

Who are you?
are you? Whose
silence are you?

Who (be quiet)
are you (as these stones
are quiet). Do not
think of what you are
still less of
what you may one day be.

be what you are (but who?)
be the unthinkable one
you do not know.

O be still, while
you are still alive,
and all things live around you

speaking (I do not hear)
to your own being,
speaking by the unknown
that is in you and in themselves.

I will try, like them
to be my own silence:
and this is difficult. The whole
world is secretly on fire. The stones
burn, even the stones they burn me.
How can a man be still or
listen to all things burning?
How can he dare to sit with them
when all their silence is on fire?

Thomas Merton had quite the wide-ranging life from agnostic to priest. His background covered a lot of physical ground as well from France to New York, to England, Rome and Thailand.

This poem evokes an inner fire that burns within all that is. Everything that comes into existence springs forth from an inner fire of God or the whole of existence.

Burning Stones On Fire

The whole world is secretly on fire...

Merton asks how a man can be still and listen to all things burning.

We are numbed to the point of deafness by the never-ending noise of this planet.

The man-made cacophony created by every type of machinery known-to-man is out of balance with nature and our natural rhythms. We keep slipping away from anything that is natural, all the while insisting it is "normal."

To hear the burning, you have to listen with care.

The Radiance Technique® And Poetry

Students of The Radiance Technique® (TRT®) can meditate with this poem. Those who have studied The Second Degree of The Radiance Technique® can direct energy to the poet, Thomas Merton, the poet himself to explore the meaning behind his words.

You could also apply TRT® hands-on as you read the poem and see what meaning it holds for you. TRT® hands-on is for both The First Degree and The Second of The Radiance Technique®.

You could apply your TRT® hands-on at the throat center as you read this poem. Or, perhaps with hands-on in your heart.

You could also apply hands-on to the wall itself. Listen to the molecules that dance within the stones.

Listen to the living walls...