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Harmonious Aloneness
Quietus's diaphanous quiet sifts, softly, mellifluosly, Into this serenely November-steeped mystical garden But ever so soothingly slowly, Bringing, with its mute beauty, a musical truth all its own, Infusing my old bones with a harmonious aloneness I've known since centuries, millenniums, before ago awoke And my spirit and soul were born, In that long-ago zone of silent timelessness, When sunlight, water, and air Had just begun to blend their seminal seeds, Stir Earth, with their first procreative urges, Feeding and quenching the land's hunger and thirst For life forms that might thrive on a sweet, fragile planet, By bequeathing their green and gold genes To the seasons waiting, eagerly, to assimilate these beings, Assign them their birthrightful places In the divinely inspired design conceived in the Eye, From which emanates every animistic vision of existence That's ever watched over Creation's creations, Guided eternity, in the ways of humble perpetuity.
Now, the aloneness that Seiwa-en's whisperous breezes Breathe into the far-distant recesses of my arteries' pre-memory Beg me to listen to and acknowledge its prescient presence, So that when my old bones reclaim their dust, Eternity will be able to welcome back its Earth journeyer, Identify my precious, evanescently gone spirit's essence, Accept my soul into the measureless rest of the blessed, Before setting me free, once more, To explore the depths of the breaths yet to be reborn in me, When I awaken at Seiwa-en's breasts, next spring.
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