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Good Morning Sun

By M. Jay Mansfield

The smell of wet grass ..
Heating under the mornings sun..
The chill of the night......
Is so quickly burned away......
Eyes squinting.....
Hand to face....
Sweet pain of overload.....
Arms open wide.......
Clinching eyelids tightly closed......
Head thrown back......
Spinning slowly....
Sending the nights darkness
deeper into the ground......
Pulling sweet light
deep into my soul.......
I spin.....
I spin....
Baking gently....
Rays pouring over my body......
Glowing inside and out......
Leaving spiraling trails
thru the dewy grass....
Dancing so far away from here....
So far away....
Closer and closer to me....
I spin Closer to me....
Becoming Myself....
Losing that that wasn’t me.....
Expanding .....
Bubbling.....
Like a pot of liquid light.....
I boil over
under my Lord and Lady’s watchful eyes....
Gloriously alive.....
Not even out of self spite......
Just Alive.....
Happy even though
the pains are still real.......
I Live......
As I must.........
Sprouting from the wet grass........
Growing to the light......
Once a weed......
Now I flower......
I weep tears of joy......
Tears that will water
many new flowers......
A Flood of feelings and joys......
A sweet burn.......
Under this gaze.......
A Sweet burn.......
The Fire of love courses
through my body......
Consuming .........
Destroying........
Creating.........
Growing........
And when it is done.......
I simply AM......  

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