Early morning, the world

stretches before us,

rising from the damp earth

with quiet grace.

Unfolding so simply in beauty,

each moment moving

effortlessly into the next.

How slowly the sky unravels the night,

again and again,

reaching, surrendering the dark,

becoming whole.

What have we come here for,

to find the last scattered embers

still burning on the shore?

How do we bless the broken,

with our eyes closed shut?

Listen to the song below the song.

Listen to it hum along.

It is happening now.

This life is happening now.