As a day has an
outside name, repeated every seventh
So has our own
day – the inner space we live in –
Its own special
name and inside nature just the same
As the patterned
cycle never ends
Repeating itself
in fine lines of seven
Forever there, forever
forgiving
Seventy times
seven, time found perfect
Beginning out of
nothing light from darkness
The evening and
the morning were the first day
And
my descending and ascending
A creative
day
Canday
Taken of a
dividing sphere, and waters from waters
The evening and
the morning were the second day
And my
discerning and separating
A clearing
day
Clearday
Formed of solid
earth and a see-through sea
The evening and
the morning were the third day
And my falling
and flowering
A growthfull
day
Growday
Taught of all
the lights in the firmament of the heavens
The evening and
the morning were the fourth day
And my waxing
and waning
An illumined
day
Shineday
Replenished of
life’s joy in sea and sky
The evening and
the morning were the fifth day
And my emptiness
and fullness
An overflowing
day
Flowday
Blissed with
companions love and beauty comes to stay
The evening and
the morning were the sixth day
And my being and
entering
A lively
day
Liveday
Finished with
forming contentment fills the inner void
The evening and
the morning were the seventh day
And my sighing
and breathing
A quiet day
Stillday
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Called of an
endless sphere back to the beginning again
The onwards and
forwards the over and over way
And my practice
in peace
A happy life
Always!
Canday;
Clearday; Growday; Shineday; Flowday; Liveday; Stillday
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