Arise, Morning Bird

Arise, morning bird; how your call gently nudges me from the hypnosis of utopias of which I traveled joyously.

Arise, morning bird; now awakened, disturbed but grateful as the breath of life tingles my nostrils, electrifying my responses, awakening the fossil.

Arise, morning bird; wow, the light of daybreak so heavenly. May your sweet song ripple like tsunamis across celestial waves to the Creator of such beauty.

Arise, morning bird; bow humbly, surrendering in prayer seeking praise for your sacred, celestial psalm.

Arise, morning bird; how loose and free are your vocal harmonies. Already attuned to the creative vibrations of the universe, mustered to record another day’s verse.

Arise, morning bird; now silence betakes my soul as the pleasuring vibrations of your seductive selection slowly descend me into angelic ecstasy.

Arise, morning bird; how the embrace of the guardians summoned by your invocation seductively smother me sensually, unconditionally loving me so expressively.

Arise, morning bird; now rising, elevating my consciousness and beingness to the mightiness of the ONE who desires me.

Arise, morning bird; how the Phoenix rises reborn, frolicking freely, as its flaming feathers ignite the inner spark of transcendence through divine intervention.

Arise, morning bird; now the ashes of the past flutter like wings back to the Source who waits patiently.

Arise, morning bird; allow the grace of the Eternal to create space in my compassionate heart, empowering me to don the girdle.

Arise, morning bird; how your message rings clear like a siren in my head. His treble staff before me, parting seas of the red.

Arise, morning bird; how the echo blares like the mighty thunder of 10,000 snares. Feet drumming, marching onward to destiny to the beat of your heartfelt melody.

Arise, morning bird; now alive and free, I decide to be a vessel empty and full to bear witness using the vocabulary you ascribe to me.

Arise, morning bird; how majestic are your ways. Long may your pitch perfect contribution remain as a stain on my heart, soul and brain.

Arise, morning bird; bow now for your sacrifice deserves the highest praise, second to the Creator who designed your ingenious ways.

I give thanks to you, morning bird. May you sing for the rest of my days.