Morning of Mutatio

... And just like that,
confusion dawns into clarity.

No great battle,
no tower moment,
no brushes with the divine,

just a simple acknowledgement,
A seeing,
A soft knowing.

A simple smile.

Although the dawn is not preceded by some monumental event of clashing polarities,
Although the dawn comes without effort or strain,

A deep part of you knows that today would not be today,
be it for the suffering,
for the pain,
the struggle,
for the seemingly endless night,
which now,
in an instant,
 Has become day.