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Tonight my spirit
moves across the moonlit prairie
Racing a south wind
Rustling dry grass
Glimpsing silver blades
Before a cloud shadow
Black on blacker
free in a bedazzled midnight

I sat in the silvery glow of eternity
Casting shadows in the dark
Waiting for a streak of life
Knowing the shine
Was just a reflection
Of warm daylight

Morning stillness
covered in dew
A thousand gems
reversed worlds
glistening in the meadow
in a single gaze

I’m not living some else’s life.
It’s easy to become lost but you are always found.

Master’s are everywhere,
we have too look for them
if we want to learn from them.

At the beginning there is silence,
at the end, silence.
So much of what we do creates noise.
buying something results in noise,
moving around results in noise.
Only at the end,
when we realize it’s the end,
are we find peace.

Every morning’s sunrise is a free gift. 
an ember, no matter how frail,
can be brought back.
With the smallest breath.
I think it’s probably necessary
to have small breath to bring back a strong ember.