More beauty than I could ever think to ask for, on this one more morning I awaken, at my door. My desires not yet large enough to hold the poems of owl’s steady eye, or robin’s song that stirs ajar my heartdoor. Tender touch of passing cloud lifts me to awareness, like tiny sighted hands
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