Bristle Cone pine branches
Bryce Canyon, Utah
Bliss, we will not follow
It will find us
In the quiet moment
When we’ve been liberated
By a new thought
A different awareness
An unfurled curiosity
An unexpected path
And all of these
We explore in our unconsciousness
And savor in our mouths
With a flickering candle our witness
Against a shadowed wall
Next to an open window
Granting a soft breeze
That will dry the dewpoint
LiNdA
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