Meditation 16 ( clarity )
As clear
sky-tears slowly
fall
filling gentle streams
flowing into rivers
blending – reaching
vast azure blue oceans
then,
to lift,
above
to clouds and return
again
as quenching rain;
so each breath I yield
slowly falls
and lifts above
each troubled thought
again and again,
as a nourishing clarityfalling deep into
my rising soul.
~r.
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