Shades of day

The milk from the nurtured shape of moon,

early hours of pure circuit dew of loom.

Fractions of grey yellow forcing the firmament,

a spiritual sanctuary in its element.

The light of kind and compassion for all,

rays of twilight in misty rich foliage gentle fall.

Chill dark streams turning into soft blue therein,

confusedly in half a dream where have I been.

Rising eternity by lights wisdom love bring forth,

stretching landscapes seeking warm thirsty north.

Morning light showered my face,

sensing blessings in that luminous place.

Trailing clouds and song of birds become,

fresh faith in the miracle of a sanctuary and our home.

Celestial display in perpetual benediction as praise,

beholds the light of the maker as joy in the delight of maize.

Stillness is nature’s priest,

stretching beams of holiness from the east.

In this precious vision of given splendid,

it only seems to be this way attended.

Behold the moment in this rising bliss,

mother earth provides eternal pleasure with a gentle kiss.

Fragments from the dream maker to the dreamers of human life,

dialogues and testament of love in strife.

As if this whole living awareness vocation,

are endless loving imitation.