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Saturday, September 10, 2011
Meditation
The near-full moon gently
beams on my upturned face
listening to my quiet thoughts.
Very aware of the hardness
of the sidewalk I am sitting on
cross-legged, my
hands rest loosely, palms
upward, on my knees, mental
mantra smoothing the wrinkles
from my turbulent mind.
The trees tickle the wind
in soothing whispers as
the dog reclining on the grass
next to me alerts me
with a quick glance to the
presence of a buck deer,
studying us from the shadows
of the apple trees.
We all hold our breath in
peace.
(Posted for Poetry Pantry #66, 9/11/11)
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"The trees tickle the wind" love that!
ReplyDeleteI like mental mantras in the moonlight...
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful. My heart heard this:
ReplyDeleteThe trees tickle the wind
in soothing whispers as
the dog reclining on the grass
Just lovely!
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