Looking through eyes anew
Wondering why my bones did creak
As I grew, and grew and grew
No cathedral required for this walk
I find my inspiration here
Surrounded by simple solitude
Spirits presence is always near
The spires of trees reach to the sky
This garden bench my pew
Nature's song the heavenly choir
Spider web stained glass covered with dew
I choose to take this garden path
One foot each side of the veil
With heart focused and deepening breath
Ascension will always prevail.
Namaste
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