Morning breaks easy
Not a sound to distract
Slip soft out of slumber
Shake thoughts from my mind
I look to blank ceiling
Off white blank pristine
Light and shadow convergence
I’m reaching through silent spaces
Expecting smooth sailing
Expecting to fly
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Your work rises
before you
A beacon shining
through dense fog
Sirens whisper
Light Symphony.

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Through chaos
arises new order
Through awareness
arrives new vision
Through compassion
ascends the soul.

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The fog of illness:
temporary altered state
inflicted by a consciousness
intrinsically aware the blinding
consequences of clarity.

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