Sunrise, sunrise, that look in your eyes says it all
The morning snuggle has come to a stall
I don't mind

Today is a good day to let while away
And the gist of relaxing may come to play
I don't mind

Let my mind wander and maybe we can eat pancakes for breakfast
Listen to some tunes and let ourselves be less
I don't mind

The sun is up but we stay in bed
Your arms, your breast, your shoulder, my head
I don't mind

My body succumbs to the new rising sun and I feel at one with this pillow I'm on.  The blanket is warm and the air it is cool
I'm a lucky fool

Why don't we stay this way for forever and a day
This is the sunrise way

Tough day
Ganbatte
Stress day
Ganbatte
Teary day
Ganbatte
Always
Ganbatte

I am not modest but what I see
Is who does things is not me

The force behind 
   which moves and binds 
   is my heart's true power line

To this source 
   I tap
And of course
   It zaps

Strong pure being
   Through my person
And in seeing
   This strong version

Of human heart
   Many thank
But all parts
   can be this rank

When I receive
   some strong praise
I give credit
    to the place

That fills my body
   and my mind
With the force
   of the divine

And stay modest

For tis force that moves through all of I

If we can but learn to utilise and recognise then ourselves might surprise and we are all humble in God's eyes

For we are gods and we are men heaven sent but many think this life a tough predicament

I am not modest
I am God but that's true for one and all

From the highest Lion King to the lows fruit fly wing
Every part is one and God and the more we see the great fraud of being separate the more we can embrace our own divine face and maybe save the human race


Be not modest
Be not proud
But know tis all behind a shroud, so what is there to boast about?
Instead, why not set about helping other's see more clearly their own truth and divinity


This is the only worthwhile pursuit.  To help others and helping you
Stay not modest
But be proud
We are the dreamers who make reality 

The morning held a Royal Mist
that crowned the glowing green rice fields

They were fertilised
They were ploughed
They were flooded and planted and now they grow tall and strong from the earth

Green kissed country side where flowing water feeds the ever eager forest to encroach upon us

Only constant work and vigil can make the forest bend to our will

But it does not break!  For it to claim this land would take only a small twist of fate and we would be gone

The earth would forget that we walked upon and tilled within and sweated and bled

Royal Mist will cover the eyes of history as time ploughs onward to its ever reaching infinity

Yet tis fair to struggle on for we must grow to see what is in store for we

Like the rice in the field, we can grow green, a healthy color, like the freshness of spring.  This freshness if we can but bring

All else would come to the green one

When you start at the bottom there is no where to go but up

If you stay at the bottom, then everything looks giant and can fill you with wonder

Like parent of a child or an older brother

Perhaps tis better a clear day than a morn of Royal Mist but I wonder what is missed!

Clarity lets us see far, tis true, but mist makes us look at what if right in front of you
Both perspectives have their value
I see only preference, how about you?