There is nothing less than a glorious start
To this and every day
It is the air that I breath
That I welcome in my lungs
That radiates throughout my soul
Reverberates through my veins
And sings the songs of ancient choirs
Beneath the subtle rise and fall of my chest

There is nothing shallow and dispossessed
The Ego has been discharged from its duties
The labels have been removed and excised
I stand alone, without the trepidations of the past
Or the unearnest anxiety of the future
Whatever will come to pass will come to pass
By opening my heart to its expectation
By immersing each new event
Within the compassion of my soul

I stride triumphantly forward
Not pounding my chest for greatness
But to assassinate the thick slugs of precision
That would otherwise berate and scorn me

There is always a soft ledge to stand on
A soft shoulder upon which to rest my anxious mind
In the serendipity of the present
To annex all the misfortune of the world
Into the soft heart strings of my soul

I would never cease to awaken
To cleanse the new day with my embrace of the dawn
To settle into cylindrical immersion
And listen for the voices of the world
Of the stars
Of the universe that surrounds me
The pitter patter of ancient feet
That chant and march in unison
To the exploration of my breath

I sit beside the river
And hear all the cacophonous roar
Of every life that has gone before me
Into the absorption with the divine
I hear the voices call my name
Beckoning me into the eternal embrace

This life, this moment
Means everything and nothing
I will drift slowly
Into the arms of forever