onward...

contained in everything i do

there's a love i feel for you

proclaimed in everything i write

you're the light burning, brightly

onward through the night,

onward through the night of my life...

displayed in all the things i see

there's a love you show to me

portrayed in all the things you say

you're the day leading the way

onward through the night,

onward through the night of my life... 

morning glory

once you see the deeper meaning
in doing what you love,
an occupation ceases to be an occupation,
but a spiritual experience.

that is what i see
in musical performances,
by artists like yes
and many others,
which inspire me
in awe and spiritual wonder,
in guessing whether -
what they feel -
while writing and performing their songs,
equals the excitement of ipomoea purpurea,
the morning glory flowers,
when touched by the morning sunlight.

i can only hope
to do the same
with my chosen
profession.