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Beach Meditation 26.09.20

Where does it come from this surge of delight?

As I watch the blue, grey, white, light and shade of clouds

And feel their gentle invitation.

"Come" they say "Or stay. We're with you either way."

They welcome me, and all of me.

The sneak, the cheat, the liar, the bully, the thief.

The lost, the blundering, the ignorant, the bored one.

The million hopeful answers and the hidden questions

That make this human life.

The clouds follow a different truth.

One that brings a surge of delight.

◄ The Wind

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