welcome garden grown
Oh, how stillness seeps in
my arms asleep, at peace
Oh, look, the roof of stars it spins
while I root with the grass
Oh, God, HOW?
To be amazed
Oh, to be intoxicated
by the smell of Now
the taste of it
the feeling of Real Time on my palms
the sounds and sights of the Only Moment
Oh, to be
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