this Crisp Autumn Morning

this Crisp Autumn Morning

it is a Crisp Autumn Morning
the Sun peeks through the Trees
bathing the Wood’s Canopy with it’s Light
There is a stillness
as the Trees stand in reverence to my Prayer
Brother Wind has stilled
and He too ceases his travels
as we pay homage to Life.
My breath of inspiration has a lucid touch
and i watch it’s energy touch the makings of who i am
awakening me.
i breath out and i see my breath of light
flow out to greet the world in Holiness.
i am now reconnected.
i again know that i am.

within the silence, the stillness
i feel the small voice of my child
brightly beaming
for again there is a hope that lives
exuberantly dancing in the garden of my visions
partaking of the Fruits of my Soul
that i have collected since the first Aeon of Life
Yes, we are dancing and smiling and singing
to life
with life
for we are life
this Crisp Autumn Morning


(c) 14 October 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.