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poplar seeds drifting by
Sun with halo in the sky
a breezy afternoon late May
time unfolds another day

apart from all the doom and gloom
warm and safe within the womb
of conscious breathing in and out
in harmony with all about

protected from the cold of space
by air unseen as we all race
with the Sun on its long journey
ever onwards as we learn the

simple way to rise above
replacing all the gloom with love
with tolerance and understanding -
like poplar seeds before their landing

drifting in the winds which blow
ever onwards, fast or slow -
conscious breathing, in and out
in harmony with all about... by E.M. fields counter rotating
electrically alive
or so it seems while meditating
on what we need to survive...