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Lotus-Mind
Red-winged blackbirds, robins, cardinals, hummingbirds Own this serene Japanese garden. They're here, I sense, to keep my soul company, Fill its empty spaces with the sweetest melodies, Issuing from throat- and wingtip notes.
On the hill above a secluded corner of this still lake, I marvel at the breeze-wagged lotus leaves — Those enormous blue-green circles canopying the shore, Gazing, reverentially, toward the cloud-hazed sun. Never have I embraced so much lush fecundity, at once.
When I last strolled this sacred refuge, in November, These plants were shriveled, brittle, brown, silent; When I return, next week, the buds I see Will be white flowers harmonizing, in ecstasy's key, With the essence of the season's celebratory processional.
This afternoon of smooth, fluid, bluish viridescence, My inspired, euphoric mind, my singing being, Listening/hearing, looking/seeing, touching/feeling, Accepts each leaf's invitation To be initiated into the divinity of this instant of infinity.
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