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
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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? |
Douglas Karson
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