Poetry from a Time Forgotten for Sunday, March 16, 2008

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Morning Thoughts

The scent of mixed herbs rises from an open drawer. I come to meditate and seek the freedom of the sage. I light a candle and look out my window, feel the shadows moving across my mind. Here, in the stream of peace, there is ceremony. Joy comes in a burst of morning song, as birds hail in confidence... Sign in to see full entry.

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