The Interludes

The gravity we hold

with our minds

reveals a home

to breathe in

the hourless air

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Some moments you need the

quiet world of a dramatic snow ocean

to meditate on the depth of life’s beauty

to be fully content with your breath

in a remote fishwife’s village, the blue hour

reveals a vision you held much clearer

as the morning star strikes your eyes

Something incredibly native

the more complex, the simpler the metaphor

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Some moments you need the awakening of rich forests

to celebrate the vessel you manifest your life with

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Above our dense enigmas

their is a garden terrace

flooding a gorgeous saffron

in the after hours where

minds forget how to think

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When we melt, we are with ourselves

in shock of the abundant beauty we live in

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When we dissolve, we are honest with the mountain

we give ourselves to its endless currents