The morning star rushes in I sleep, waking
Touches my feet a pot of gold
Get up, move forward, do not stand in horizontal repose
My feet have been touched but I rest and reflect
And parallel the warmth of the rays as they spread
They enter my veins and try hard as they might
They face a block...
But... always radiating and undying
They create new channels, new energies that flow
And connect the heart with gems
That light the day and touch the tips
That rouse into life the temples of doing
The cups of happiness, the swathes of delight
Awake forming colours, lightening to the mind, the ideas they move
They move with such force, they move me who listens
Move forward, move forward
To a bubbling response, an energetic chatter
A vertical stance, who listens does it matter?
My madness, my laughter, my space chiselled deep
A twinkle, an energy, a venture never steep
Hang upside down on a tree limb so high
Slide not on the milky way and forget how to sigh?
Fear not, fear not, the horses are near
Not on the camel track, but galloping in air
A red one, a yellow one, purple or blue
An orange one, a white one of a green hue
Are you ready to leap and soar into space
Tears of laughter with lines on your face
Holding your sides with muscles so sore
A radiance etched out of your core
The horses they come, majestic and free
Spirited and graceful I am grateful I see
