Jim Morrison Poem of the day 3/27/25:

Awake

Shake dreams from your hair

My pretty child, my sweet one.

Choose the day and

choose the sign of your day

The day’s divinity

First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach

in a cool jeweled moon

Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side

And we laugh like soft, mad children

Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy

The music and voices are all around us.

Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones

The time has come again

Choose now, they croon,

Beneath the moon

Beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest

Enter the hot dream

Come with us

Everything is broken up and dances.