“Morning in a glimpse..
is dawning gold;
is dew dropping by the petals;
is scrunch of wet green blades;
is soil fresh fragrance;
is chirp of young birds learning flying;
is squeal of a new born opening eyes.
morning in the soul..
is music of the words never said;
is a revelation of mystery they hid;
is freedom from the shackles;
is shower of new openings.
morning in the life..
is indifferently planting seeds of good;
is expecting null in return;
is connecting to the universe;
is new beginning;
is rising of consciousness;
is light of a thousand Suns;
is quenching thirst of knowing the world;
thy morning is knowing thyself …”