The Familiar

The heart swells at the familiar.

How grateful one can be for the

waves that perpetually

roll to the shore,

the moon in various

stages rising above

the everyday occurrence.

The noise, the activity,

the grim, dim, shining,

effervescent, silence

trickling across this abundant,

scarce, dry

floodplain of humanity.

Ten sun salutations!

For life in all its

color is

a grand



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