A thousand winds with hands descended from

purple blue skies

bending heads of slumbered wheat into

waves of yellow oceans.


The aroma of a distant heaven

surrounds me, the vulnerable self,

as the earth moves beneath me.


I am a speck of sand,

a feather lifted every morning as I first

breathe in day.


It’s from this place that I see the end,

touching it cautiously with curious fingers

as it beckons me in.


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