Geese, mallards, widgeon
Floating quietly today
And all together
In gentle peace
Under winter sun
On a rounded river
Between cold nights
Everything moves
Through stillness
Slowly, softly, effortlessly
Behind fragile passageways
That exclude thought
But still invite us in
To rest by the fire
There is more than enough emptiness
To hold all of the silence
And all of the stillness
That the birds float in
That the fire burns from
That our beings are rooted in
Despite false walls
That can limit our views
Let my eyes be
Let my awareness live
On the tallest branches
Of what I have become
That I may reach beyond
The walls I watched being built
With hollow bricks of time
And touch the heart of others
Floating quietly today
And all together
In gentle peace
Under winter sun
On a rounded river
Between cold nights
Everything moves
Through stillness
Slowly, softly, effortlessly
Behind fragile passageways
That exclude thought
But still invite us in
To rest by the fire
There is more than enough emptiness
To hold all of the silence
And all of the stillness
That the birds float in
That the fire burns from
That our beings are rooted in
Despite false walls
That can limit our views
Let my eyes be
Let my awareness live
On the tallest branches
Of what I have become
That I may reach beyond
The walls I watched being built
With hollow bricks of time
And touch the heart of others
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