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Morning is the best of all times
The sun is not yet hot.
Sweet vapors rise from the earth.
Everything is new.
The day’s blank slate lies before me,
ready for my writing.
May it be words of beauty I write.
May it be deeds of grace I do.
May it be thoughts of joy I think.
All the Holy Ones, Listen;
this is what I pray.
Great Spirits of the Four Realms,
Holy Ones of the Realms of Minds,
Kindreds of Yore,
as I go through the day,
keep my eyes open wide.
May I not miss beauty.
May I not miss joy.
May I not miss wonder.
Keep me awake and aware of the world.

Author: Vivek Singh

Vivek is a blogger, builder of things by passion and handles the situation like pro. You’ll usually find him talking about technology, music, travel, automobiles and the game of Life, when not busy writing or speeding his way through the country!

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Categories: Poems

Vivek Singh

Vivek is a blogger, builder of things by passion and handles the situation like pro. You’ll usually find him talking about technology, music, travel, automobiles and the game of Life, when not busy writing or speeding his way through the country!

2 Comments

Nayana Sudhakaran · November 7, 2018 at 11:39 pm

☺️ lovely

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