River Peace

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The river slowly flowing, around logs, over and around rocks,

as if silence was waiting,

a peace settled in over the water,

or was it filling those empty chambers

I had prayed about?

No matter, river peace

had descended in its special way,

once again.

     

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Horizon Meditation

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The white blur of wings descending,

following the infinite line

of two blues converging,

as rocks on the shore count

the rhythm of waves.

He leans against a pine tree

and closes his eyes,

focusing

on a prayer.

Seagull wings.

     

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Daffodils Tossed in the Wind

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On a quiet morning, with daffodils tossed in the wind,

and cherry blossoms beginning to fade,

I smell the rain coming, and search the clouds

dreaming of yesterday’s sun,

and some calming

meditation.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: From our house we can usually see the rain coming our way, over the mountains, and we often smell it in the air.