Alive

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” ― Rumi

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ALIVE
 
Ah, how I love silence!
When people sleep and
only the breeze in secret
hums to my ear.
 
When trees tightly hug my soul,
the ocean gently brushes against my feet
and wild birds dance their song
without audience, without cheer.
 
That’s when I feel the breath of life.
That’s when my spirit touches the sky.
 
 
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