It’s before the sun, before the day. It is the sun; is the day.
The crispness of the water on a body warm from sleep. The waking of thoughts for a mind calmed with dream.
It’s the inner most nothingness of all that I feel, it’s the outermost action to strive toward my goal.
The ritual motion, repeated within;
an intimate sense of being,
the completing of the whole.
(..and when your prayers are ended, remember God standing, sitting, and lying down.(4:103))