Day 21: Peace Poetry Postcard Month
Little bird, you fly
from morning chant to evensong,
then rest in arms
whose roots reach deep and strong.In peace of Self,
not body, mind, or ego,
I learn to rest in hushed soliloquy,
no need to wander more.
Day 21: Peace Poetry Postcard Month
Little bird, you fly
from morning chant to evensong,
then rest in arms
whose roots reach deep and strong.In peace of Self,
not body, mind, or ego,
I learn to rest in hushed soliloquy,
no need to wander more.
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