This poem speaks to the need to wake up and be present in the world. When we are, we feel the sun’s radiance kiss us and we sense the universe more completely.
Originally posted on Thoughtbaker:
It all begins with waking up,
the sun kisses a face an’
feet stir to set on the carpet,
during this time hating the day
may bring one to fate with a gun
while one returns the kiss with heat,
passion for the sake of it
for a race starts with no done date
one can only hope to beat the sun,
it all begins with waking up.