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Name it Bliss;

Flowing Honey;

Filling Up and Spilling Over;

Adding Black Soil to Clay;

And when Mothering You.

Call it Kissing the Ground

(the self Overwhelmed--

Boundaries erased);

Name it Tender Spring's Sunshine

On my shadowy face.

Thus let me gather

Let me pull these Thoughts to me

For use as tuning fork

May its wavelength flow through me.





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saiom's picture

beautiful beautiful

the unexpected ship of joy
on the horizon