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06/17/12
Sunday-Afternoon Canoeing
At least one Sunday in all our evolving existences Should be an elemental blend of the secular and the spiritual And be graced by a thousand-acre lake, To provide us with just the perfect motivation to paddle, If not all ten miles of its shore, with our soul mates, At least, for an hour or three, the bay closest to our cabins, Enough time, anyway, to let our fluid canoes Acquaint our heartbeats with their sway and roll and flow, How they incorporate nature's pulses, rhythms, cadences Into the poetry of the cosmos they alone can fathom, As soon as we draw the blades through the supple water, Unloosing whirlpools off their upper contours, Sending subtle sucking swirls rippling through the universe, Connecting all of us with the coalescing force of love, at its core.
06/17/12
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