Present.

I know a place where

The earth is covered with pine

Needles. The cold river joins

A stream. The woods are hymns

To the ancient past. Buddha’s &

Christian monks pray and meditate

Here. I walked under the full moon

Chanting OM. Young children with

The names of Gaia and Eden tripped

Through forest like tiny fairies.

Everything was innocent and

TRUTH was present.

 

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