arising anew

September 17, 2005

in the moments before the dawn of my arising anew
the chipmunks chattered a song
while fields of bamboo danced along
i heard through the ears of a salmon
saw through the eyes of an owl
we walk the dream each and every day
in sleep we wake to stillness of the mind
the mind is set free as the remnants of this realm fall away
chrysalis flies high, drifts along the currents; angels smile
life breathes, sings, loves
angels lead the way
and in the morning i wake
and the chipmunk loves another day

a new arising
a new poem
a new hope
a new ray
a new day

Type: Poetry

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