I bless this meditation
I say thanks for this meditation
In the morning sunlight
Before the dark cloud
Settles over me
There are ducks, there are geese
Birdsong, and bees
The meadow is fragrant
Awash with poppies and mint
The grass is free of mowing
The windmills are not for turning
As I close off the meditation
Instead it is the sun
Which returns the world’s energy
To my pleasurable locale
Swallows dart and dive
They climb, and they plunge
As I too purge, and cover over
Our synchronicity though
Is not there for all to see
The poems say what the poems say
I have no means
To express deeper or higher thoughts
Although my two-tone personality
Is, for the moment, perfectly relaxed
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