A symphony in a minor key shuffles in on wooden floor in bare feet: gently softly discreet

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Another surprise: not a cloud in the sky, then it happens to us again – the light falling of summer rain

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We don’t want to write about fight; Heavens above! We need to write about love

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On the pasture of the family farm, on the hill in our small town, the two of us watched the expansive horizon that August night, the summer before I went south and you stayed put, where multitudes of lightning strikes danced across the sky, the night's electricity like a postcard moment

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At the edge of night, you allow me a listen to the dancing beat - the rhythmic heat - of your beautiful heart

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(H) ow we become (O) f this moment: (P) erceptive and (E) ngaged

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Know nothing for certain

Keep your mind open as a caring person

for the world is alway on the cusp of a constant blurring

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Sometimes, to ascend, we bend our bodies as much as words, our voices above the atmosphere, shouting to be heard

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The morning’s window songs become something enchanting, the bird choir singing the day into light

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She hands me the note, and I play it, for what’s more magical than making the music she sat down, with pencil and paper, and wrote

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