Awaken to
our own face
Fresh and priceless.
With eyes
Seeing the
universe unfolding.
With ears
Hearing a
silent roar.
With words
Drifting
among the stars.
With
fragrances
Of blossoms
being born.
Sensations
Dwelling in
the tides of time.
All rights reserved. John Fulan
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