MORNING COMES

Morning comes
As cool as a cucumber
As ordinary as a day
As sacred as a song
As calm as The Way

There is nothing to do
Just Be
In the stillness
Of morning stretching itself
Over the earth

Nothing to do
Just stretch in unison
With the morning
Let myself be enveloped

If something as vast and simple
As a morning
Can come without me
Then so can the day

All I must do is breathe
Until there is no breather
Only breath
Breathing me.