Rhymes

this careless beautiful morning

one world changing its attire

for the feast of being

soles bare against wet grass

wind rising for a few hours

moving through hidden places

a spirit tangling and untangling

leaves and stalks and flowers

a voice passing beyond

recalling later seasons

and seasons after that

the one world moves afoot

and then overhead the sun

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a day will come when we

do not have to question anymore

if the relief of last night's rain

follows the dawn to life

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be careful little soul

these rhymes

may make you

think i understood

something i don't

make you believe

my heart felt

something it won't

grokked more than these

few threadbare metaphors

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the indigo bunting

where i last left her

deep in the high trees

overseeing the meadow

through her smooth veil

of blue feathers sings

as if her body was a vessel

for the joyful song of god

shows what it's like

to live each time

reminds us again

not to forget to take the gift

that is impossible to break