When the morning comes
Somewhere
Nights before the night before
Less sleep in the scurry of thought
Now the morning
Lifting gracefully with spiritual vibration
Vibrant wake
Let us be one along the sound
In the movements ways to disarm
Subtle lighting of seven candles
Welcome all
Through the gateways
In the valley
Under and above
Fluttering eye arises from the stable
Nights before all the nights
Alone in the morning
Running scroll of an artist prayer
Inviting as much as one can allow
Boundary upon boundary
Surrounded by a square with one giant opening
Heads that peak through
Reaching fingers pointing pathways
Sit in it
Weather churns a burning mindfulness
Beaming eclectic
This one piece from the host
Pages here or there
Laying by your side of rock bottoms
New banks of time
Follow through the collection of habit
Building to a moment when you feel the light
Speak to it
Asking for a suggestion
Build the malleable boxes to stay dry
Wires filling in holes left by other journeys
Dot connection labyrinth free
Collage heavy
Pretty eyes watching the old wall
Behind another corners hand
From the depths of your lung
Blow out all the dreams
Until the central theme appears
To engage your witness
Serve the intention
Hazy Acres 
Your Thoughts