The moment's creation

Thinking only blocks the way
Repeated words that flash to mind
All too fast the dream has gone
Awake, my eyes have seen the dawn

A habit of expressions clear
Flow forth without intention’s tune
Exhaust clouds sputter from engines rank
The morning air thick misty gray

Doing nothing, the dark mist disappears
Birds’ songs a chorus heavenly bright
From nowhere named, ambient
And this! The moment's creation