On some mornings, there is a chanting at 5.30 a.m. at the Chinese temple I am staying at.
It serves as a gentle (well, more or less…) wake up call.
This morning I get up, do some walking meditation and then go uphill to listen to the birds chriping and to watch the sunrise over Penang.
Of course, I know you know what a sunrise looks like: Biuuuuutiful.
And of course, I am aware of the gap between knowledge and experience.
I’d like to share these pix with you, anyway.