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Like tipping a bottle-full
Its remains to decant
Like plowing up a beautiful
Garden for replant
I begin meditation
With the deepest relaxation
Sinking to the lowest foundation
Offering my ego for crucifixion
Turning anger down to cessation,
Slowing fearful thoughts at their source
Like an hourglass sand's migration
Flowing downward in slowest of course
The bitter words of this morning's argument
Not even phantoms left to disturb
Hostility thrown to the streets of abandonment
A born-again heart welling up, How superb!
Waking again, loving you anew
Feeling like a nascent flower in bloom
Sprinkled awake by the soft morning dew
Awaiting your passion-pollen perfume
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