Sit beneath the waxing moon
while summer trade-winds blow.
Breath deep the moist
and honeysuckle-scented air,
with eyes firm shut,
while serenaded by the night-born songs
of whip-poor-will and mockingbird.
Release yourself from yesterday,
and hide the future from your mind,
and once again with eyes firm shut,
breath deep the perfume of the night,
infused with lavender and rose,
and hear the hungry high-pitched trills
of flying squirrels and bats.
Now rise above the world,
and be.
Just be and nothing more.
You're in that wind,
a floating fragrance on the dusky breeze,
your heart-beat now another tune,
within the symphony of night.
Breath deep and join the world again.
Eyes open, mind clear, heart full.
Repeat.
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Conscience and Consciousness
PoetryA collection of poetry highlighting the moral choices we face. Who are we? What makes who we are? Are we good and how can we be better? Are we driven by Fate or are we masters of our own destiny?
