We all in waves
detect the hindrance
there is no hindrance
In life and beauty we walk
floating channels rise to the ceiling
there is no ceiling
Wings of hope
arise from a lotus flower
I hear Earth's cry - or it's beat
the Divine whisper
of consciousness
As leaves begin to fall
this spectral august
outside the window
of the meditation hall
I think of my daughter
and wonder where a bear
might find a pot of honey
around here.
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