Icy cool air meanders to my desk from the cracked window

To where I sit with my coffee to arise and write on wordpress

Today will be a good day, I speak it into existence

The words pass through self, the self is cosmic

So my words speak like stars in the early morning sky; true.

What I choose to do is not important

Similair to the revolution will not be televised

The action and peace takes place only in my mind.