Thursday Morning

it's the mountains, it's the ocean
it's the time of year
waking up without emotion
shedding just one tear

for the beauty here surrounding
and too that deep within
sky above to on the ground in
and out and in

rhythmic breathing, ocean heaving
mind blowing through the trees
morning breezes, pollen's sneezes
the rustling of leaves

reawaking flowers making
colourful displays
in and out as each breath taken
clarifies the haze

of thinking's streaming, sometimes seeming
to overpower mind
morning sunlight now is gleaming
in this sacred time

waking up without emotion
in this time of year
mountains rising and the ocean -
they are very near