Long before the sun has stirred,

Silence stirs.
We wake and bask in charm.
Night is still, a warm coolness.
Golden curls float, swim in homey dark.

We smile, we stretch, we rise with song.
All the day is set in this moment,
happiness that showers and fills
every step, every meeting,
the steady and passing air,
greenleaf vein, ridged and plated bark, sparrow chirp and call,
mint rising from the meadow,
cinnamon from the kitchen.

It is this, inside, that makes our day correct.
Work is play, founded in this moment.
Time is brought to its source,
Rhythm moves in quiet,
All is well.