Good morning to we who arrive as the cosmos wakes,
as luminosity spills across what the vastness makes—
we are gathered here in this radiant opening wide,
where wavelengths cascade and constellations glide.
We drift through the opalescent shimmer of now,
where nebulae hum and auroras show us how—
how everything moves in its iridescent sweep,
how we flow together where the starfields leap.
The universe swells with its ribbons unfurled,
and we are the beings it pours through this world—
each moment a wavelength that carries us through,
each instant a prism refracting what's new.
We rise with the glow of the galaxies near,
with meteor trails that whisper we're here—
the cosmos itself is our warm invitation,
to step into Wednesday with pure constellation.
So onward we go where the astral streams bend,
where luminous pathways have no start or end—
we're carried, uplifted, released and set free,
into this bright day of all we can be.