II

From ash of self, a tender shoot appears, pale green against the charcoal of the night. Dawn breaks gently, washing away your fears.

You awake reborn in the newborn light- a stranger to yesterday’s ancient pain. Your past lies behind, out of mind and sight.

Like phoenix-feather, you lift up again, shaking off soot that was once bone and pride. What died in darkness was your binding chain.

Now morning gilds you, humble, open wide to all the world like it’s your very first. The air tastes fresh; in you, new hope resides.

Gone is the weight of memory that cursed, the grudges and griefs that yesterday knew. In this clear presence, old sorrows disperse.

You stretch arms to the sun, golden and new, feeling the warmth of potential untold. Each day’s a life-this truth dawns on you too.

A life complete from morn until night’s cold, a closed circle from sunrise to sundown. Today is all that you truly can hold.

So let last night’s ghost in the grave be bound; you are its heir but not the same soul. This dawn’s you wears yesterday’s wisdom crowned,

but not yesterday’s shackles to control. Free from the habit-prison of your mind, you stand unburdened by fear of the whole

yawning future or past trailing behind. The flame taught you that each day is a death and a birth-cycle by which life is designed.

In that understanding, you draw first breath of this day as if a babe newly born. You gaze about with wonder underneath,

childlike, at dew on leaves in early morn. In dying to yesterday, you have freed vision to see each moment’s unique dawn.

Yet this freedom’s seed requires daily deed- a ritual vow to expire each night, to die to who you were, to thought and creed.

Discipline of dusk: to let go the tight grip of identity you built by day. Discipline of dawn: to embrace new light.

As you start to walk on dew-spun pathway, the whisper returns, a friend at your side: “You must die, every day,” it softly says.

It’s the flame within now, your inner guide, reminding that transformation is choice- to daily let the old self be denied.

And in that denial, your soul finds voice. So step by step, reborn, you now rejoice.