Poem 11

in this garden,
where earth resonant
deep.
child within me
able to greet
each moment
as it is ,
as they arise.

Not carrying the
burden of
past, no
worries
of furure.

Just emjoying
the glory of
present moment
which is happening
at the moment.

and than the
barrier between
self and reality
crumbles
and only a
deep resonance
remains.

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