Faint hint on the air
of fragrant jasmine
slides down my throat
like a precious tear
declaring how perfect
the taste of this offering is.
Like wind that shimmers
on the leaves of Spring,
a silver sigh flows
over the newly turned earth
smooth bones exposed
ring like marimbas
singing in the mountains.
Moist veil of dawn parts
to reveal the new found landscape.
May we receive this first day
of the rest of creation
in the spirit it is given,
fully open.
Wonderful!
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