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    We walk…The children run… We smell the sweet
    scent of pollen on the lush, green grass…feel
    the temperature of cool water, flowing ...
    Cypresses and pines…add depth, bestowing
    gravity in the heady vaults, sky-deep.
    We swim now, wildly, exuberantly,        
    as water rushes, spiraling its span 
    over the milky stones of a dam.
    The world, our world, is a beautiful place – 
    at this moment – at this space. . .
    cares melt away... birds sing to the tranquil
    atmosphere.   Hummingbirds hover nearby,          
    over flower-scented earth…and as they fly
    tiny hearts beating faster than any
    living being…I hear this beat throbbing
    in my heart, quickening… at one with them.
    A brilliant sun circles our oasis, 
    and for a moment... this time
    ... this time...the darker things like pain have fled.
    Our spirits are light, suspended in this
    intensity of potential – they climb
    drinking their fill as by the realm they’re fed.
    Like hazy clouds from distant shores and still
    our bodies float, above the chlorophyll.
    The children run while muscles still take shape
    and so we develop souls in the wake,
    arms reaching out, uplifted...way above,
    toward the unknown…unseen joy...

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