Oh man, that golden shaft of light
cutting through my dirty window
like God's own jazz trumpet
screaming YES YES YES
across the cluttered landscape
of my Tuesday morning soul—
And somewhere far off
beyond the concrete and exhaust fumes
a radio bleeds music
sweet saxophone bleeding
through apartment walls
and garbage can symphonies,
that distant rhythm
pulsing like a heart
that remembers what it means
to be ALIVE—
The way dust motes dance
in that holy sunbeam
like tiny enlightened beings
showing me the secret:
that joy lives in the smallest things,
in the crack of light
under the door,
in the hum of electricity
through wires,
in the sound of footsteps
on stairs leading somewhere,
anywhere—
This moment, this NOW
when the sun says hello
and the music says don't forget
and my skin says thank you
for being here,
for breathing this air
thick with possibility
and morning coffee dreams
and the wild beautiful chaos
of being human
and feeling it all
rushing through me
like freight trains
of pure golden
HALLELUJAH!
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