In the icy fog at dusk
an intrepid herd of deer
await the arrival with patience
And stolid fortitude in silence
gathered for confidence
mingling by habit
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Deer at the gate
lay me down
Under abundant apple trees
as I silently wait
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Innocent strength here
arrives in silent vigil
Keeper of the faith
Sound carries in muted fog
mist surrounding all
Blanketing the senses
hiding the sun
Providing intimate space
in wide open areas
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There are times
my mind is fogged
Providing the perfect opportunity
to listen
To the muted sound
of Spirit
Strolling along past scenes
and dreams of consciousness
He arrived at a crossroads
in his mind
“I choose Joy!” he declared
as he took
the right path for himself
KOOK-KOOK-ATOO!
Every little bird
loves to sing their song
Just lean back and beller
with all the heart!
There is such simple pleasure
in being fully engaged…
YAHOO!
A simple song, really
threads it’s way
throughout my consciousness
embeds itself with ease
in the intricate corners
so that at every turn
of phrase or moment
there it pops up
sparks epiphanies
inciting insights
