Saturday 19 February 2011


The morning light of golden hue is born,
Proud cocks do crow in carillon call,
Dark's dispelled by red streaks of radiant dawn.

Hear choirs of birds carolling hymns for all,
To raise awareness up, as opening eyes
Greet a great new day. Waiting Soul grows tall.

Now wide awake, attention inward flies,
To find Self in Heart this blessed morn,
The Self, a blazing light that never dies.

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