Looking for all the world like
hot steam rising from pots on the stove.
A mockingbird sings to the light of
the midnight moon.
Mind clear.
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by ovia
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Mind clouds hover around
lofty mountain peaks,
towering pines whisper with
rhythmic flow of wind.
In darkness, there is light,
In shadows, there is
shining clarity.
Like the clear, still
waters of
The Big Lagoon
wrapt up in mists when
ocean fogs roll in,
endless eons dissolve into
nothingness, each melted
into the other.
In this illumination,
all straining, all striving is
forgotten.
lofty mountain peaks,
towering pines whisper with
rhythmic flow of wind.
In darkness, there is light,
In shadows, there is
shining clarity.
Like the clear, still
waters of
The Big Lagoon
wrapt up in mists when
ocean fogs roll in,
endless eons dissolve into
nothingness, each melted
into the other.
In this illumination,
all straining, all striving is
forgotten.
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