koi ponds and thick patches of wild flower
wood burning stoves
poetry
"Chant the beauty of the good," she says.
incense
candle light
groans that come like prayers
"Chant the beauty of the good," she says.
a gentle voice and concerned gaze
the kiss of lips, a knowing moue
tight grip of hand
"Chant the beauty of the good," she says.
the cool breeze of autumn air
idle walks in warm sweaters
a serendipitous song
I chant the beauty of the good
and wait to learn what others have learned before me
I can almost ...
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