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Good morning to the rising sun,
Climbing over the horizon,
When mother earth and father sky
Meet as one.



Mighty mountains all around,
Let me hear your special sound,
Echo, echo, echoing,
From the heart of one.



Little stone, I see you there,
I hear you say, you're everywhere,
And never, far from the heart of one.



I am reaching, for the heart of one,
Where the web is spun.



Hello my friend the tree,
You know much more than me,
About how to just be,
In the heart of one.



Spirit teachers great and small,
I greet you one and all;
And can you show me the way,
To the heart of one.



I am reaching for the heart of one,
Where the web is spun.

Behind me is world, of war, sorrow and strive;
Ahead of me is love, creator of the web of life.

I am reaching for the heart of one,
Where the web is spun,
Not a thread undone;
Where we meet as one.





Dave Hegglun

GOOD  MORNING

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