I open my eyes to the mundane,

Every day feels the same.

The familiar hum of boilers kicking into action

A few hours sleep that bring no satisfaction

I lift up my covers to descend from my bed,

I hesitantly roll over and lift up my head …

Hmmmm

Give thanks for this day and the air that I breathe

May today be productive and i be open to receive

All the goodness, my goodness is this …

A new day? Truly how have I never seen it this way?

The sun is brighter than I remember, is there something in the air?

Everything seems as it was as it’s supposed to be,

But now I see? What is it that I see, exactly?

What have I done different, surely it must be me? I’m not hallucinating, I think

Oh it’s something internally,

Shifting and moving, for a moment I’m still,

For a moment I take in my heartbeat and I allow the rhythm to build

The harmony of my being seems to make a different tune

Melodies and intricacies,

I think I’m about to bloom !