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Monday, 23 September 2013

Thinking at my own pace


Sun rolls lazily to bed
Covered in blanket of ambered red
Soft unseen wind whispers lullaby
While teased cotton clouds waft by
Peaceful understanding of nature at rest
Lying on green moss carpet i know i am blessed
As gazing into the heavens, the stars, the sun
In one infinite thought the universe and i are one
The feeling of deep unmolested peace
Surpasses the need for false beliefs
I know what i have seen and heard
From deafening roar to soft spoken word
But this moment makes sense of it all
Single subtle thought allows me to fall
Into unshared tranquillity my own quiet space
Allowing me to eat, sleep, think at my own pace.

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