Words falling onto the page
Their energy gathering into meaning,
Crossing the river with dry feet.
Filling the bowl
One drop at a time,
Three Om’s vibrating yet.
A crescent moon
Illuminates the darkness-
This same moon lights your way too.
In the dark stillness
An owl calling its presence,
In the body memory remains.
Sitting mountain still
Rooted into winter bound earth,
Watched by the cats.
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