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The Morning's Reverie - 10-07-03

A beautiful energy has come passed this day
Sweeped up the petals and silenced the beast
It is gentle and sublime so becoming of my time
It is the silence that makes beautiful
The softly spoken melody
Sprung forth from the nothingness
To praise thee my children
As I sit in morning's reverie

I see a plane extending outward
Inscribed with special properties
It devours all light in its caves
And reflects only that which is hidden
It is a secret that must envelop you
Or be wholly self-denied

I feel the sun stir inside me
I feel powerless at it's call
What a blissful notion
Guided by the seasons
Are we all

So let the breezes then encase me
Let the moonlight slowly chase me
To be captured in the stars
Let the storms to enrapture
And the waters penetrate me

A beautiful infinity, newly revealed before me
Exposed in its weakness and the silence of its will
So clandestine and pristine, it cannot be ignored
It is I who am the Earth
And all may burrow in me
Spring forth from my winters
To praise thineselves my children
And bask in morning's reverie