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