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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Thank you, Roberta! Blessings!