Another sacred morning,
Another sacred day,
With widening horizons
And journeys without end.
Another sacred cycle
Of burning love and light,
Of providence in sparrows,
Compassion and delight.
Another sacred passage
Whose transience is the true,
Where death has no dominion
For everything is new.
Where beauty shines and sparkles
From raindrops on the leaves
That send their purest rainbows
To symbolise their peace.
Where lovers feel contented
With knowing they exist,
For they have gleaned in dreaming
What they know deep within.
Where work is its salvation
And knowledge serves the good,
Where kindness is redemption
And heals our hidden wounds.
The blooms of grass are waving
Their golden sacred plumes
In breezes slow and gentle
Against the growing gloom.
The sun pours down its blessing
And sanctifies the crowns
Where sea-born winds are playing
Their oceanic sounds.
The clouds themselves are drifting
In cotton puffs along
And green moss swells enchanted
Between the cobblestones.
You hear the children playing,
You hear the geese in flight
And cherish the contemplation
Of throbbing and timeless life.
The ivy keeps sending signals,
The brightness is its own joy
And beings don’t need a reason
For Being is what they know.
Creation has lost its distance,
The past has been wiped away
And time is a single instant
Whose measure knows no decay.
The clocks chime away the hours,
The news tell of gain and loss,
But mind is no longer streaming
The network of reflex thought.
The glee has become the insect
That dances in the sunbeam,
Like us who now brim with passion
At being with all that is.
The moss is now green and fluffy
Between the grey patio bricks
And shines with the grace of children
Whose laughter is in the trees.
There’s soughing among the branches,
There’s singing in the blue dome,
Where astral celestial choirs
Intone their light orisons.
All causes possess a meaning
And rivers must meet the sea,
There’s always some needful motive
To wind up our fantasy.
Except when there’s no division
Between beginning and end,
As in this bright sacred morning
Of purposeless innocence…
