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Pileated laughter
jostles the morning mist
I run my finger along the boundary line
enjoying their agreement
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Meher Baba Retreat Center. North Myrtle Beach, SC
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The Poetics of Light 
where
there is life
there is love
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messaging
of joy
reverberating
like ripples
across the lake
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She offers us so much beauty…
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The birth of each new morning! Congratulations Granddad….!!!
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Thank you Jana, it’s a wonderful wonder…
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Congratulations!
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Thank you Geo…
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The boundary line… There to remind us, what separates, binds us.
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echoing through
skin and being
a tympanic osmosis
the sounds of morning
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Methinks you tease the boundary line, use it in your dance and laugh with the ancients…
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No taming this one either…. hehehe
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