Clearing

That tempest
That raging gale
Of self centeredness

Or sometimes
It becomes
A soft mistral

Barely perceptible
Yet still dictating
Feelings and acts

How to grow fully still
So the earth is a miracle
And we laugh in our humanity

Then to give freely
Swapping self for other
Bowing in gratitude

Life may be brief
But offering sunshine
And the wide open sky

Is enough

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