We have deep strong roots
and firm, far-reaching branches.
We can expand, grow.
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We have farfetched dreams,
faith, faithful friends faraway.
We can learn to fly.
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We drop our anchors
until hitting rock bottom.
Roots, weather tether.
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Old, endless story.
It began before God’s breath.
Who wrote it, and why?
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To pay attention
with full, focused intention.
Our eyes see, ears hear.
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In pure and plain sight.
In between the dotted lines,
the answers right here.
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We are bystanders,
we bear witness to now, here.
We are actors too.
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Simply live simply.
Responding responsibly.
Being, easy enough.
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Step by step by step,
word by word and deed by deed,
forward through the maze.
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To laugh and to cry.
Falling asleep, waking up.
Opening, closing.
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To open and close.
To inhale and to exhale.
To go in and out.
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To search and to seek.
To ask here, there, wherever.
As fearless felines.
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To breathe and to walk.
To forage, play, and then rest.
Trusting the life force.
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Hot, warm, cool and chilled.
To inhale and to exhale.
To live and to die.
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Here we are again,
listening to the silence,
breathing in and out.
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Every single sigh
takes life in and blows it out.
The cat sleeps soundly.
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The old quiet cat
naps all day and rests relaxed.
Her conscience is clear.
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The old black farm cat
makes her tail swing, sway away.
A silent rhythm.
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Curled up, fast asleep,
content, cozy on their laps,
purring and snoring.
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Bright ripe sweet peppers,
red onions, garlic and oil.
Scent of life cooking.
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Tenuous perfume,
the elixir of living.
Comes, lingers, and leaves.
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What matters, transcends.
Matters matter, also change.
What persists, remains?
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The material
surrounds us in the meantime,
while we are still here.
Immaterial,
internal and external,
still fills us with light.
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That which makes us proud,
also, the regrettable.
May we learn from both.
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Fear, pain. grief, growth. Joy!
Butterflies struggle, then fly.
And from all we learn.
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Thinking this and that,
we ponder, and we wonder.
Reasoning and faith.
With deep emotions
we are born, and we live on.
Joys, also sorrows.
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So much suffering!
Harm, hurt, loss, grief, destruction.
Do we feel hopeless?
So much rejoicing!
Awe, joy, love, resilience, growth.
Can we be hopeful?
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Habits, discipline.
Honest, virtuous routines.
Return to the groove.
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To use, to apply.
All things are good for something.
Let there be no waste.
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Don’t waste the bread crumbs.
If the birds don’t come for them,
crumbs go well with tea.
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Tea, meditation,
reading, writing, stargazing,
candlelight, prayer.
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A brand-new instant,
without past, without future.
May we deserve it.
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May we rise and shine,
from dull dreams may we wake up.
Dawn’s daylight is here.
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Dawning already.
As if it were not enough,
we need nothing else.
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The bells are tolling,
roosters are crowing out loud.
Wake up, already!
The birds are quiet,
the stars stare, holding vigil.
Hush, go to sleep now.
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In the pitch-black night,
ruminations, dreams, nightmares.
They visit, they leave.
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Dreams floating away,
sometimes staying, taking hold.
Some may be fulfilled.
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Longings, fantasies,
impossible yearnings, sighs.
Tickle the spirits.
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Getting surprise gifts,
finding what had been missing.
Heaven-sent blessings.
