I sit in the gardens,

The smell of soil

Filling my veins.

Distant sounds of traffic and



As the hummingbird does his thing before Me,


And flapping.

Cicadas and dragonflies.

This music cradles me as I sway to the rhythm;

Become the rhythm.

Vitality and rejuvenation joining

In my heart and mind.

I am so far away,

So very close.

Everywhere yet nowhere,

Dancing energy intertwining.

Merging and surging.

A decadent,

Ceaseless heartbeat melody

Of stillness abounds and sways.


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