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Through the slits of the horizontal window treatments
in my bedroom
I see patches of palm trees
gently swaying in the wind
the edges of the leaves
sparkle radiantly
dances of light
moving like a molecular explosion
reminds me of the sun
reflecting off the Esalen ocean

the ease of the wind
the dynamic mystic light
seem to be saying,
“focus here, focus here . . .
this is the way, this is where the answers lie
don’t forget the sparkle, don’t forget the sparkle
no matter how deep you sink
the sparkle is here”

the wind rests
the sparkles dim
intensity fluctuates

– January 4, 2012 –

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