i beg of you / do not drown your hands in the lily pond / cup them gently / as if you hold the wisdom of the rapturous universe in your mere hold / and stay away from the ivory lilies and clustering lotuses / the ones that too thrive on an abundance of water /
like everything living, really.
the midsummer night is young / the starlit sky leers overhead / lilacs and burgundy cardinals sway in the distance as ongoing fawns search their kin / the air is damp with mudded soil and dew / aphids and dragonflies wing the surrounding lands /
here, entrapped in nature’s metronome, everything is peaceful.
the male frogs croak their territorial cries / the air vibrating their amphibian throats / others crick or ribbit instead / the breeze wisps ardently / my breaths come uneven / my lullaby more true from my practiced lips /
the swamps sigh / they know the secrets my palms are only starting to know /
they know, they know,
we are all living;
we are all one.
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