A noise of a wave
Hitting the shore,
The ripple of a river
Meandering more,
The wisp of a leaf
In a momentary breeze,
A dewdop dangling
With apparent ease,
And the peace all around
In this idyllic dream,
Is the time to meditate
While we are taking a breath
Rooted in transparency,
And while life drifts past us
We remain consciously,
Wedded to the truth in the belief
That there is no authority like our own authority,
And that in nature we can be
Whatever it is that we want to be.
fauxcroft 
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