Morning Song Body meets the morning, remnants of I disperse in all directions. Heart released to take its place among the ten thousand things. All of space thickens with joy, solidity drained from appearances boundaries dissipate like morning fog, and a dreamlike Vision remains, unearthing the blisful context of radiant pure Being, of no-difference, no-limit, no where-ness. May 22, 2001 (1 of 3)