3. Every morning I wake up

Every morning I wake up
I change the colour of the sky
I move into a waking dream
And leave my sleeping dreams behind

Every morning I wake up
I make a poem with my eyes
Moving back and forth the room
A perfect painting in disguise

Every morning I wake up
It’s never me that truly wakes
I provide the timeless space
For my body mind to wake inside

Every morning when it’s time
The body mind opens its eyes
Creates a world it calls its home 
Moves, but never leaves my side

Calm and gentle silent motion
Liquid light moves into focus
Effortless, no need for questions
Nature does this whole thing for us.

I am the background of which these things take place
Yet the foreground of it all
Like the words you read for understanding
The page it’s on, always ignored.