When I Wake to the Day

I wake each morning to the enduring sky
to the endless quest of the unsettled clouds
to the hilly fields forever rising up to greet me
to the forest grand, eternal with its gracious boughs

Surrounded with such everlasting abundance
infinite within each infinitesimal moment of time
everywhere surrounded within that which cannot be acknowledged
without quaking first with gratitude to the divine

I still lose site of it all
I simply don’t see it
it all lies hidden from me
obfuscated by my vision
Third Eye blinded by all the temporal fury of things
meaningless to me
yet lording over me without thought to my true needs,
true nature