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For Now

a solstice song
 
 
Nothing to do but open,
nothing to do but close,
nothing to do but undo,
nothing to do but love.

Self as wind in the forest,
yes, self as both forest and wind,
self as unfolding unself
that closes and opens again.

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So long I’ve lived
beneath the same brown birds
and still I do not know
which song belongs to which.
So long I’ve walked
through this meadow
and still I refer to all
the tall green stems as grass.
So long I’ve sat across from you
and still I wonder
who you are.
Oh, do you hear it?
One of those birds,
how it sings
so beautifully,
even in the dark.

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