Morning hour 1

This morning soothes me
A bouquet of fresh words
A fountain of calm energy
I could fly from here
Or softly float
Greeting the day knowing
Time and source are one.

I so easily caught
between
Right and left
Up and down
Early and late
Now soar to timelessness
One hour stretching to the next
Reaching into infinity

My face ages
My soul does not
My words carried on the winds of time
Their power and strength hold me
Tenderly caressing me
I allow them to float me away
Until I the time traveler
Becomes suspended
Lost

Yet ultimately completely found

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