Still sitting still
In Cobble Hill
At a ranch
On a sundeck
In my heart
I am that,
Sun caressing cheeks
I am that,
Wind ruffling hair
Each fresh breath
Full & deep
Spacious presence, this moment
I am that,
Fluttering song of wings overhead
I am that,
Occasional croak of spring’s courting
I am that,
Equine snorts and conversation
I am that,
The roar of humans in flight
I am that,
Body still; mind quiet; spirit soars
I am
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