A Fragment

A choir of angels singing, birdsong carried me from slumber to waking

Their delicate sounds intermingled, gently plucking at my unconscious, lifting me from one world to another

Is there a better way to awaken?

Though it was cold and grey, I felt light and content

I did not wish to be elsewhere or look forward to some future plan, nor did I dwell on the past

I simply existed and this was enough, the fullness of the moment held me

The cool morning breeze, the trees and bushes, the tweets, chirps, clucks and hoots all became music to me, the most divine music