Here in the quietude
Layers emerge
Softly defined by the sun’s descent
Past and future hold nothing
To this very moment
Time has crumbled like scraps
Carved out by the wind
Abandoned in shadows of now
Thoughts are held hostage
By beauty’s lure
Leaving space and breath
To inhale this gift
In the wakefulness of now
Listen and you will hear
Hearts beating
To the sound of original grace
Souls strumming on strings
Of merciful melodies
Faintly tapping out the truth
Orchestrating the score
Of the conductor, the Creator
Heed to this rhapsody of love
Humming softly through the clatter
Drumming gently without fail
Steady as time, resistant to mind
Find harmony within
Where good intentions lie dormant
Under clogged and corrupted arteries
Like a child, improvise
Sing this song of life
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