the way of innocence for the day
that has initial starkness
come into a focused stare.
amidst the softness of low-key inner rumblings
and then the foggy-ness of day-lids rising.
for the peering out from under sleep's journey,
as simply straight-faced or mood reflecting,
innocence in a sketchpad of noting,
a maestro of forming stillness,
and the pause of a wandering wake-up fool.
perspective itself
is overwhelmingly comforting.
gaze is attempting to be soul serving.
as innocence,
I would like the morning flight
of I am where I am
to be contemplatively rich
in the wardrobe of my surround.
sky-haze still has the overcast of nighttime breath
that speaks to me.
but we all are listening
to the sound-mixtures
that we are morning-privileged to hear,
transfixed as elaborate colorations
that any watercolor environment could offer.
my wish is that every moment is this sunrise
within me.
is this ever happening for you?
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