Look pretty   
herbs and twigs   
accomplished   
to be among the praise   
presence of the child.      
 
would fade away   
stones and tree leaves   
only words to say it   
would be dizzy   
for Louna the most beautiful.      
 
To remember closely   
to be of the Kingdom   
we would be according to tradition   
those thirsty for doing and truth   
worshipers of the Light.      
 
write write   
people's bodies   
breathing the city air   
past years   
like dying by break-in.      
 
On the marble   
perpetual offerings  
a message to say   
than thirst and song   
are the book of hours that no one erases.      
 
The laundry dries   
the birds rustle   
the cherries fall   
according to the coming storm   
a jump will be performed.      
 
Glide life   
from the top of the hill   
to stand in the air   
let's be affectionate   
witnesses of the mist.      
 
Presence at what is coming   
to the mirliton of afflictions   
engages us and invites us   
to walk in the Universe   
of Breath and Idea.      
 
Near the Source   
everything is connected   
from emergency to absence   
the gaze looks far   
the delicacy of Silence.      
 
 
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