Philosophy / Wisdom / Consciousness
Americ Azevedo & Friends
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snow falls gentlyI am deeply comforted -like watching mother knit a blanket.All is quiet ‘cept the deep low rhythm of my breathingI’ve heard this breath beforefloating in water, ears coveredlike the unborn waiting to see what will happen,a quiet pause before excitementI was born amid snow flurries falling,like sprightly angels come to deliver me.Walked nine miles in a blizzard once,drove a hundred and fifty in a blinding one.As a child, snow seduced me to climb wind swept mountain drifts, to sled,at thrilling speeds, tear singed cheeksthe annual price.snow, exquisite threatening severity tuckedfiercely behind its graceful beauty -No amorality heaped upon us in all those drifts,no societal indignities like greedy thieves eying our assets,just a larger reality we learn to adjust toand in learning, burnish our lives with warm memories we’re ever grateful for.
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