When morning comes…

Zainab Soyfoo *

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When morning comes

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and the alarm rings,

I hear in the whispers of the snooze button
my worse enemy and my best friend:
I rise with the choice

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of the comfort of my nest

or the risk to spread my wings…

And just like me,
you rise with the power
to weave your webs

and create meanings…

 

Beyond dates on a calendar,

life is a series of actions and reactions:

Every day is a seed we sow,

a step in the garden of tomorrow…

Every prick of thorn is a moment to grow

a prospect to uncover
that which we didn’t know…

 

So, fear not the unknown my friend,

fear not the unknown

for this is where the path to purpose unfolds.

When your roots are deeply grounded

and your goals are in focus,
you will be at peace with all that life bestows
even if it’s in the form of fairies or storms.

 

When morning comes

and the alarm rings,

there is a door waiting to be opened,

a blank page waiting to be filled.

Place your pen on a piece of paper,

let it glide like the flow of the river:

With every droplet,

anchor your vision,

with every stride,

pour your passion…

You are the captain in command

the who doesn’t give up,

but navigates the tsunamis life…

As we sail in foreign lands
amidst the seven seas,

tell me your hopes,

tell me your dreams.
Let’s create a rhythm,

a symphony of conscious streams.

 

In the days to come,

I might meet you at junctions or crossroads,

I might be looking confused
and you might be almost home…
It doesn’t matter,

because what’s most important

is to know that morning has come

and the path to purpose continues to unfold…

 

* Composed and performed by Zainab Soyfoo at Aspen Talk.

 

 

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