Tranquility:
Elusive thing
obscured by humans’
hunger for
Self sounds:
Unstoppable utterances
inconsequential as
twitches of
dreaming dogs.
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Why do you
sit quiet mornings
places where
no light
seeps in?
I reflect
pay homage
dream hope
to inhale one elusive
drop of stillness.


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Come.
Tree left it
for you here
before he fell
crying his
thunderous earthsong
sit erect
eyes open
Listen
for Wind.
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Do not speak now
dawn whispers
wind verses
morning birth
renewing promises
temple bells
soaring multitudes
carry your
song.
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A good day
begins with sunrise
birdsong
a soft blanket
quiet rooms
solace of the heart
lightness of being
anticipation of new.
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