Today unfolds flawlessly, as nature becomes

the editor of our actions,

While celestial realms etch records

of our thoughts and emotions.

The rewards of the three are on their way,

a perfect prize for all the prices we paid

with our consciousness all the time.

The soil that graces our feet talks

with that were being made of seas within us,

talks to the others thermal force within,

talks with other energies of its kind.

The oxygen in our orgasmic levels

gossip about our moves and feelings,

while our intent advocates for us or betrays us

with the hues, scents, and musical notes they express.

No wonder the Psalmist declared

with fervent tongue,

“Where can I flee from your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.”

And so we hope that like the Psalmist

we live in full mindfulness

of his tongue’s declaration:

“If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

if I settle on the far side of the sea,

even there your hand will guide me,

your right hand will hold me fast.”