Magic Morning

On a soft and gentle morning, I rise up from my bed

Vestige of night still clinging, I close the door and head

Into a verdant landscape, of wilderness and stone

And I am lost and found and gone, to a realm of utter lone

There is no past or future, I’ve neither pain nor joy

Regrets nor anticipation, But just a presence – I

Family and friends they fade from view, lost in the moment is what I do

A gentle accepting spirit settles over me.

Filled with an overwhelming joy, the world unfolds before my eye

The majesty of planetary orbitation and my –

Place in the scheme of things.