In the morning when the sun is just about to rise, there should be singing, dancing — just as birds dance and trees sway in the wind and everybody is agog, waiting for the sun to come on the horizon, and then suddenly the sun comes. It is a welcoming song, the most beautiful song because it is the beginning of the day, the beginning of a new day, a new birth.
In the East, we have thought that going to sleep every night is a small death. It is, because in sleep you completely forget who you are. If you die in your sleep you will never know when you died or whether you were even alive. So sleep is a small death, a mini-death.
And every morning is a mini-birth, a new birth, and you have to praise existence — it has given you another day. We are not worthy, we have wasted yesterday, all the yesterdays. But it is generous, it has given us one more chance to try again, to live, to rejoice, to be total.
