driving
the sun filters through the trees
peers into my eyes
WAKE UP
the treads laying
down the music
of the morning (we are)
the miracle of now
there is absolutely nothing
but this moment
where we start fresh
the slate blank
the paper fresh
the world
ready to be inked with
our intention
soles of the feet kissing
the earth
our arms ready to wrap
each
other up
shining among the ordinary
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