With the dawn of every morning,
rise
with no love for gravity,
or the Earth that holds you down.
Deny
the world the pleasure of your rest.
Time to add to the noise,
the flame,
the roar,
the movement of the world.
No holding close,
always reaching out
to touch
what was
just past your fingertips yesterday.
Let the world ask;
“Where are you going?”
instead of
“Where have your been?”
Let the miles
and the days
show plain upon you face.
Go
and go again.
Further
and onward
and higher.
Spread your arms out
on the mountain.
Don’t wait,
don’t mistake
the moments between breaths
as the time
you can rest,
there so much to be done.
The Blessed never have time to come
where they are not living
in every way.
Wake
under sky,
over ground,
in the time between
the then,
and the night,
is the now.
This present moment
is all you have,
have to act
no divine tomorrows.
All you have left is today;
go see where it takes you.
HG – 2018
