the dew fresh morning
slips onto rose-petal-lips
awakening sensations
greeting with consciousness
life from slumber gently walking
bare feet on hardwood floors
steps beginning a forward launch of
my harpooned heart toward home
with guile tasting abolition
that comes from want of freedom
the willingness to sacrifice is rendered
for the redemption of us all
fresh in thoughts provoked by news
acknowledged with black ink on white
pursuing expression of thankfulness
subduing thoughts animalistic
wandering thoughts behind veiled eyes
seeking unhindered transcendence
of self beyond boundaries of flesh
in contemplative prayer discover truth
Vanity of Vanaties, all is Vanity,
and chasing after wind.
