Listening

Listening:

In a lyricists’ words of early morning

embraced by the rustle of dry leaves all around me,

– black sky, crescent moon, and the reassuring stars

of comrade Orion on the right –

during this time of reflection inward

riding upon my souls’ ripples, waves to crests,

my spirit asked me to release

all the body’s suffering

and reclaim the freedom of my life.

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    1. Thank you, Roberta! Blessings!

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