We share the same breath.
We share one dust and light.
One field expands
from your heart and mine.
The radiance in your chest
contains me.
The radiance in my chest
contains you.
All that divides us is a thought.
Why cling to a mirage?
No path led us here.
This meadow hums
with blush and blues,
impermanence of moth
and wild anemone ever
cross-pollinating in our
golden death, a circle
with so many centers
God breaks into tears.
The song sparrow need not
believe in anything.
Pavane of scarlet poppies
conquering the mind
of warrior and artist alike.
Fearless, soft, we share
the same breath,
one dust and light.
The work of Beauty is
to dance in stillness.
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