Too much heat.
It has rained a
Little this evening.
The taste of
Coffee is blended
With the smell
Of soil.
What more do
You need?
Scattering through
Raindrops,
Sunlight filters
Through the
Eucalyptus trees.
A halo around
Flying birds.
A painted
Distant horizon.
A suble sensation
On your skin.
What a beauty..
A presage for arrival
Of good days
Ahead of schedule
It seems.
This bliss in absence
Of thoughts.
Disposition of a
Suspended mind.
Each breath is a
Formless hymn.
I seem to have
Become a
My own dream.
Ohh! Is this what
Living in the
Present means?
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