Monday, April 5, 2010

goddess #32

I walk the Fens
this gentle spring morning
pondering questions of art and power
. . . then sitting on the bank
trees greening and blooming
listening to a symphony of birds
questions dissolve . . .
and all that remains 
are sunshine, song, and the touch of the breeze.

may all beings arrive in the present moment . . . 

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