Sinews of Godness

The clouds were a frame for the sun
this morning.  5:09am,
 I was there with a cup of green tea
 steaming.   In my hands
 I am holding the "everything" that this day offers,
the escape, the remaining, the clarity, the cleverness, the naivety
and to remember that, means remembering that I am god,
what a decent and delicious thing to remember; 
I am working on becoming a person(al),  
The words are a cradle
 for enchantment,
the placenta of our contemplation, 
but afterwards they grow up
into sinews; the arch and shudder of muscles - lifting, with their strength - our minds and lungs.
We do more than simply speak eloquently
when we wake up,
we are those threads / we are the talk.
I am watching/feeling/allowing the sunrise to lick me all over;
it is kissing my face and lifting my chin, gently
asking for my holy recollection.
I am god.   I am the muchness
I am the birthplace of goodness
as well as alchemy.   And when I believe that,
I can't help but become it
and bleed it
and wash my face with it. 
Thank you for this. 
give it away
give it away
give it away
now.
give it away
give it away
give it away
now.






Andrew Tipton