Early time of love, be now
Be real, be amazed
be awoken from the sleeping hour
that would claim the day
Be open as the grasping petalled flower would be,
would willingly be, for now and for always...
Always attuned.
And not afraid...
dear and awake;
blowing wishing songs all away...
blow wishing songs away...
Not being in such a silence,
in such a dream-like state,
like a distant drum that does not sound,
a fragmented image...
Instead to thrive, be richly alive;
complete, undimmed and fiery;
Enrich the days
when you awake
Enrich the days
all delicious delirium and change