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| I sat in a meadow whilst a breeze blew across the fields. Bolstering the sweet smells of timber and grass. I close my eyes and when without thought. I feel. I feel the heaven where in you abide. Where the simple joys ride the breeze, like the melody of your song. As I sat reflecting I perceived shapes rescinding in form. I sense the oneness of life. Then while sitting a breeze commences to blow. Purging from within. It ensues across my hands. I feel its' phenomenon in my heart. I probe its' delights. Like the songbird my spirit sings in the valleys of my heart. Its' hymn echoing through my soul. Like indigenous sounds in a forest. |
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