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  • Brian M Winningham


Every gentle coming of the sun, you seek

Quiet interludes of introspection and gratitude

Useless churning thoughts noticed, accepted, and cast

Away with each healing breath out from your

Nose, hope and joy fill your chest with each

Inhalation, a stalwart knight for compassion and love, a

Mentor for wisdom and freedom, no thought or emotion

Included or judged, experience sublimely reality’s

Transience, with calm, even, self-possessed, tranquility

You walk the level path.

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