Each new moment breathes a vision
arising like the mist from the rivering dawn
an invisible choir seems to touch my spirit
with the silken strands of spinning beauty
expressing their songs in a thousand ways
weaving and leaving invisible trails in and out of time
the curve of a smile harboring secrets summons
those who vanish in the slipstream of a dream
an enchanting essence creates and emanates
a fragrance of the Beloved drifting on a breeze
a living garden appears to the surrendered heart
composing and singing a kingdom into being
the Beloved lifts the veil revealing the glorious sacred light
of awakening in the arms of the sweet joy of morning
N.