Awake within the dream

A gentle breeze blows, commingled with light, each morn greeting our presence without fail, our senses coming to life with delight, in thought rested calm where no fears assail. Nodes within form are suffused with cool heat, God’s disc of light rotates over our head, with energy peaked at our palms and feet, our vibrant presence is by bliss beats led. In this manner, in but not of the world, with all doings on earth done by God’s hand, we breathe in grace, in the nest of heart curled, in witness mode, imposing no demand. Innocence plays, heart prays, awareness stays, in time stretched stillness in form that decays.