First High

Now that first high is the best high I start my day off right While everybody else is sleeping I meditate, read and I write I organize my thoughts When I think about the All When it makes itself available I answer the call Noise at its minimum The first signs of light My inner being is beaming When I usually "Take Flight" Out the window I stare At the rain that falls From the sky to the ground Other entities around Some I notice between the trees Along with a butterfly Who are they? And what's the reason for their presence? Or is it enough for me to just recognize the fact that they're there? That's what I gotta figure out Or maybe I don't. . . A first for me I saw 'em instantly The one with the Native American features appearing As if he's staring right at me The other two flanked on his side Just their heads and faces No interruptions or distractions I travel to different places. . . Without consequence I renew my confidence I'm resting in his Providence for sure