When it's whoa-whoa, and you're floating as on fluff

When it's whoa-whoa, and you're floating as on fluff, When love is everywhere, not just in bed and stuff, And life is steered by nothing but the corazón, That beats in unison with everyone, on and on. When you forget it all and roll off on your bicicleta, And, breath held, catch the dawn about to strike, You're listening, no kidding, to some juicy music, And a sunbeam squints your wide gaze with its heat, It makes your cheek-skin gather by your eye, And as this visual ecstasy runs high, The radiant Amon Ra declares he's here, Bursts in your body with waves of good cheer, And, resonating, races off to roam Through every world that's visited this beach's foam And rose up early just to multiply Love and happiness, baring skin to the sky, And pearly mouths, the whitish corals' gleam. All small within the big, the big within the small, it seems. And all there is — is magical right now. Savor it, sacrifice this hour somehow. It pays generously, but for a sincere intent. Switch off your calculator, let your mind cool and relent. So it stops turning minutes into dinars. Why hurry? What is "old" beneath the stars? Love is everywhere, love is always around. Call your friends — so more hands can be found. Let them take it, pack it in their pockets tight, And carry it to countries left and right. Let all the parts of the One get acquainted. Though it's gone stale — still — may happiness be granted.