Early morning
In my ears, birdsong
I open my eyes
To sunlight on trees
In my hands, a warm mug of tea.
I breathe in the sweet scent of incense
In my heart, gratitude and peace.
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to be
It is all here, now
Love is really all there is.
Beutifully said, sister, one day the grand unification theory of energy will be known to all as ... love
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