A Meditation on the Lake

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As the wind drives ripples over the top of the lake

I feel my shoulders relax,

and cold air fills my lungs.

And the ease of letting the day go

surprises me as I meditate now

on my spirit taking off

reaching up,

into the clouds.

I am free and freer still.

    

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