Woke up way to early this morning went to sleep too **** late but the universe was already awake, loose and free eons before my eyes opened this day.
The sun was up and around walking in the garden searching for weeds among the flowers and onions he trod the mulch to fertilize creation - he is at home there in the dirt and clay in the failures of the day.
So when I arrive in the garden room and sit at my little computer amidst the plants and shells and cats and angels I feel as if I have come home from the misty crazy regions of sleep to find my deeper self here in this tiny dot in the universe.
Here I listen to Chopin and Indian flute and music from beyond awakened from somewhere in the shadows and blood circulating and populating my organs playing the grand pianos , cellos violins, flutes and mellow mysterious oboes within.
The sun is present in the clattering molecules of stone and bone infiltrating crashing creeping and propagating making life and death into a great and glorious symphony.
Before I woke this morning the sun was wandering the creases and crevasses of my brain preparing me and making me whole taking my timid self and making it bold for the vagaries and variations of this day ready to climb into this small moment of time.
Starved of care & love Head's underwater & I struggle to stay above Because I'm empty inside, so I cannot float The taste of metal on my tongue & Lead passes through my throat Waking up from up from those inner desires Life's a cruel mistress & she never tires