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i used to think
it was a white lie:
"everything is possible!"
until i sit quietly
with myself
in a room of my own
a mind too
miracle happens:
the song comes back
the lost bird
finds a new perch
in the dear silence
of mind's universe
all fruit in their
right places, seasons too
rotating peacefully
under my pen
silence
&
silence
an invisible hand
patting on my back
while i asking myself
who i am
until "i" dis-
appears
---june 2004
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