Finding Peace
An acre of paisley bushes
arranged since planting
in concentric circles and spirals
and other configurements
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Entering the fantasy landscape
disfigured by misapplied thoughts
I can get lost in the maze
of twisty, turny constructs
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And so, and thusly, I close my eyes
breathe deeply into my spine
rise above my own little thinking
To observe the beauty of complexity
from the distance of peace within
