12/3/09
I sit in silence and I wait, The butterfly, the hummingbird, Morning visitors, the clock at eight - In the silence an unspoken word Sounds within this seeking breast. What will be when Light comes down I do not know yet will not rest Until the psychic being flown Beyond self's prison bars is free And I released from thought and need Become what I was meant to be As the tree knows in the seed, Ascend the heights, my roots in earth, And patient wait my second birth.
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