A room to dance.
A meadow to lay down in wonder gazing the night sky.
A solitary forest trail.
The night breeze on a solitary forest trail.
The quietness of the night. Music of the dark. Melody of night creatures, of chirping crickets.
Somewhere in the forest the night bird sings.
One can hear the flaps of the wing.
Smell the earth, feel the dew. Bask into the moonlight.
One with the night bird, with trees, with grass, with forest, with breeze, with moon, with universe.
I am the universe.
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Trying to recollect unsuccessfully when a few words held by a string of unsullied thought touched me so very deep. After all, it’s not every day I read something and the words keep reverberating every now and then.
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