The Awe of the morning
a comforting light
It is the morning light pouring
into my bedroom window when my eyes
open again to this time and space.
It is my everyday comfort. A calling.
This cosmic intelligence is now
searching for my attention
and I sit on the floor quietly
while this morning light
moves through my crown.
A waterfall of colors
and sounds flowing through
as I am listening to this ecstatic
inner music inside
my body universe.
Every morning:
a journey from comfort
into a daily embodiment
of lightness.
Precious light of I AM
So alive and so vibrant,
you are the awe of the morning.
About the Creator
Cezarina Trone
Writing a new world into existence, bringing magic, ease & wholeness to others 'making them light up from the inside'. Apart from writing, I dedicate all my time facilitating sound therapy and quantum energy sessions: www.cezarinatrone.com
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