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In Beauty May I Walk

Updated: Aug 20, 2021



In beauty may I walk, in moonlit meditation gifted of grassy earth and whispered on downy-blown breezes. My pulse, the unembellished cadence acknowledged by my every step (attentive and intent, long from heel to toe), and by my every breath (experienced singularly, belly in-swelling and out-sinking, as the slow, whole heave of tide in the moon’s wake, or the moon itself in mine). I am as the yet unborn starlight that will consummate the dawn.




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