MEDITATION IN THE GARDEN
It’s out of my hands
for now. I’ve walked to
the tree and stood beneath it.
I’ve threaded any hope
there is, followed the fire.
This could be what
I came here for…
(7 June 2006)
for now. I’ve walked to
the tree and stood beneath it.
I’ve threaded any hope
there is, followed the fire.
This could be what
I came here for…
(7 June 2006)
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