The Day’s glowing Potential

I watch the sunrise every morning

And I smile

Every morning.

There are always wings

Pointing towards that sun,

Showing my mind’s eye the way

To the day’s glowing potential.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We learn to understand

That everything is touched by time

And time must run its course.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We carry our souls like a torch.

We mind our spark, we balm our wounds,

We bring our courage forth.

And when time is right we rise again

To reclaim our newfound worth.

What days to come?

What days to come will run, will swim,

Will drag me by the hair?

Will flood, will dry, will crash

Into my boundaries?

All I know is that you’ll be there

To cause me pain, to lift my joy,

To take away my grief.

You are time, you are the sea of consciousness,

You are Eternity, you are me.

Growing Blooms

Without meaning to we rise out of the ground,
Loving despite of loss, losing despite of love.
We become bottomless ponds
Growing blooms out of our own mud.

You are linked together with the Universe

You are linked together with the universe
in an infinite cosmic dance
partnering everything you have,
and ever will experience
in parallel steps to your own existence.