In The Echoing Scents of Morning

 

  In the echoing scents of morning, a ceaseless and Bright Fragrance

    Bursts forth softly, 

      As if to say from the slumbering dew of Night;

        Awake in Fullness!  Arise into the Fresh vapors 

           which are gently stirring earthen Clouds 

               into Chariots of Heavely Out pouring!

    For within this divine Quiet, the Dawn, 

      Mistress of un-veiling she is, 

        Un-masks herself in silence, 

           And Drawing up in splendour her sword, golden hued, 

              Whose sheath is the very misted breath of dreaming, 

                 Drives herself deeply into your own sleeping. 

                  

    And even still, her power remains hidden 

      Beneath the lulling sombre blankets of Night.

        Indeed, throughout all of eternity, these veils and bright blossoms have 

          Resounded out of their secret and Woven interplay, 

            Un-furling and re-curling into Timeless song,

              Which is the very song of your own Bursting forth, sweet Child.

   

      So within the Womb of True timelessness, 

        And within your aching breast, 

          Break open the Glow-laden heart, 

            Whose abundant and over-ripe fires and sorrows

              Are the Fruits of a single Tree in Ceaseless Branching  

                Whose fingertips kiss the Elysian Lake in never-ending.

      

             And Watch, you, as the great outpouring 

                Streams and Carves into all things

                   Blossoming out, and out, and out..