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Universal Privilege

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Dawn’s earliest pink dusting.

In all the world, there are only the crickets and me.
Their intricate harmony surging, as blood through my heart … one swell, and then
the next.

Circles in the grass.  Circles … and that is all.

Splashes of wet bathe my bare feet … one, then the other.
New life, over and over.  Again and again.

Mother Earth does me this honor.

One by one, the waking birds offer their morning chants … ‘my religion is love’, they sing.

… and the pink dust rises.

 

With love,

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  1. Sally Sally

    love it. I wish I could see the world as you do.

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