The morning light, the rising sun, the fire in our souls.
The dew condensing, the ocean strong, the blood within us tolls.
We must listen to that little voice, pure, persistent and so real.
Listen, dear, with all your heart for your intuition will heal.
Be what you may, be what you like, just be for the sake of art.
You are precious, my love, with all your truths so know you play a part.
The cosmos ask for honest pursuit of the consciousness within.
Allow only for greatness in your life and know the rest begins.