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ultimate midnight
time suspended in a single shooting star
wishful hesitation to caress the shadows
guarded by the yellow clad wing’eds
who sleep in mountain secrets
from summit to summit they resonate
the rhythmic cords that herald dawn
acclaiming the golden sweet power
to blossom hope
from the long dark hours
of meditation
. . .
. . .
tornadoday 
“from summit to summit they resonate the rhythmic cords that herald dawn
acclaiming the golden sweet power to blossom hope” ….Yes, this is the beauty of meditation. It is amazing such a simple act can bring such powerful transformation…. mary
I hit the post button to soon, I should say Namaste, mary
Mary, I somehow knew you would understand the essence of these words – of the quiet within a single breath – an unremembering of every breath before. Thank you, my dear sweet friend. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
Dreamy one! Loved this. 🙂
Thank you, my dearest Tanumoy. ~ Much me, Bobbie