When did I stop rising up in awed greeting to this ancient 
ballerina twirling on a toe at a 23' angle
willing its heart to the flames of a ball of fire in the sky? 

When did we start rising up in enthusiastic awe of greeting
a queen, a king, a president, a prime minister, …, a superstar,
but not the Earth and Moon, the planets, and the Sun?

When did we become loyal to our own image in the mirror
and disloyal to this ancient new Earth 
and its mirror image in all lifeforms in and on it?

When did it become holy to be mesmerized 
by our shiny screens and their screams as the Earth turns each day?

When did we become a collective Narcissus, trapped
in the mirror of our own making?

When did the blinks and beeps beamed by fellow humans
become the holy bells tolling to rouse us from our insatiable desire for more drama?

When did the blinks and beeps beamed by fellow humans render obsolete 
the cries and calls of this wild Earth within us?

When did we become entitled apex predators 
hungry with an insatiable hunger for what?

As the Earth ascends and descends again in the palm of this awesome Sun,
I rise in awe as it dawns on me: 
A great Presence enters my bedroom each morning.

The Superstar that makes this human life possible
graces the room that is my life each day, 
as the Earth turns and turns. Again and again. 

Will you rise in awe with me
and greet the Moon at each new and full moon?
Will you rise in awe with me
and greet the Earth at each micro-season, solstice, and equinox?
Will you rise in awe with me
and greet the Sun that never sets each day?

We rise and greet not just the body and its image trapped in the mirror 
But also the I that is in Presence of the Sun on this swirling Earth in the Cosmos.