It's the promise of the sunrise, is it not, <br />that pulls us out of bed, <br />knowing a divine wave <br />has washed the world <br />clean overnight, and today <br /> <br />we may remember the combination <br />and the Door may finally <br />open to the true world, <br />the same world as yesterday <br />but re-united with its depths, <br /> <br />and life will finally fulfill its promise, <br />all beings walking about <br />with an unspeakable grace <br />upon holy ground, <br /> <br />laughing and loving <br />from one sacred activity to another, <br />the windows of buildings <br />looking out fully aware <br />and the traffic <br /> <br />dancing consciously <br />to the music of the spheres.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/02new-why-we-get-out-of-bed/
