Meandering through a morning mantra…
Sunday morning and the clouds are thick.
Peering through the shell like a baby chick…
I am in awe of what I see.
Could it be, all this is really me?
Infinite consciousness layered through fractals like a tree;
In this life, is there a key?
Is there a purpose, is there a way through?
What do we imagine we are here to do?
To play, to dance, to survive and reproduce?
Whatever it is I will keep it loose…
Silly goose! Thinking is what has you sinking.
Be light and find the delight in play.
Go, now, have a lovely fucking day.