I arise before dawn.
Anointing my soul
With the dew of Mother,
Preparation is made for
Slow movements within.

The sun barely cresting,
Afar, the horizon beckons
Me to reach beyond being.
Washing me in kisses of
Awareness, shadows of mercy.

Dancing with the laughter of time,
Joyful in the hours of learning,
This that I am, this spark of life,
Rejoices in the thoughts of forever.
Deliver, Mother, the fullness of delight.