The sky is full of stars in the morning.

They are turning.

They are swirling.

The light that spins from off of them

Is a dancing beam,

A team of wild horses

Pulling me apart,

Putting me back together again

To heal my heart,

My hands, my feet,

My fingers, face, my eyes.

A vision so sweet

Just outside my window

Beckons me to rise,

And come and tiptoe through the tulips of the sky.

I choose to start my day off right

So I can spin my light too,

And realize the causal way

That consciousness is not only aware,

But magically making things happen 

Here,

And out there in the molecules of the universe.

-jenn