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Created on: July 27, 2009

an early morning song of gratefulness

Look out the window,
blue and white,
mingling in the sky,
letting me know
that a new day arose.

Some believe
it is time to lay down and sleep.
i believe
it is time to forget about it all,
to let my hand move this pen,
and to rest when my heart says so.

A pleasant soul
has left its seeds,
life buried in the ground of my being,
and my essential void
feels life's fulfillment,
as it hears the heart
for you, today, singing.

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