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Sunday, November 18, 2012


it's quiet here, in my corner of the world.

only the sweep of the wind and the cry of the birds.

(a distant hum from the highway sometimes.)

my mind opens up in the stillness-

stretches itself and breathes deep

and unfurls like a flower in morning sun.

my brain reaches out into the open space where there is no noise

and comes alive

with thoughts that think themselves,


my body nestles into curled comfort of deep cushion

and every nerve ending uncoils itself

in peaceful rest. things growing...birds and cats and sleeping dogs...