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Be At Peace

This evening the blank,
white page is open.
My nerves are on edge,
while a storm forms
on the horizon.
My mind, a jumble
of words.
 
The night whispers,
“Find your breath,
gently ride it’s wind,
come home to your
spiritual nature
and be at peace.”

(2015)

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