the Silence, as earth shadows sun,
soon remembers multi-dimensional hum:
wooden-stringed wind instrumentation of cosmic Breathing.
as leaves falling, seemingly aimless,
fall only in their Time,
pausing before the Great Darkness,
lean closer, to touch a sea of pre-dawn Wondering.
while the moon, caught silver-stranded in the wind,
white-auraed in this space between,
reveals itself Alive with the beginning of Everywhere.
and i, breathing so deeply first sun washings,
lean closer, to hear a song of many waves
and a ship that always sails, even when sea songs are Timeless... | 
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