Sunday, October 8, 2017

Meditation Comments

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Childhood, so often a meditation rose within me on long idle summer nights
Upon the lonely cow-house with black tint roof encircled by cactus bushes and an old red stone wall
The scene would appear to me in dimming flickering sights
With sedges clipping, climbing, grasping the hot red stones when at night the howling wild coyote call
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