Fingerprint

Each day is a 

fingerprint 

unlike 

yesterday

unlike 

tomorrow

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First Time

After I meditate 

when I open my eyes 

it seems as though I am seeing everything for the 

first time

Breathing the air for the 

first time

Hearing the bird’s song for the 

first time

Falling in love for the 

first time

Feeling peace, gentle peace for the 

first time

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Beautiful Center

There is something about the barren trees of winter 

devoid of summer’s green leaves, spring’s budding flowers, 

and autumn’s crimson and golden foliage

Today the barren treen trunks stand beside me 

as I gaze upon you 

not looking toward the treetops or the snow on the ground 

but the center of the forest

They stand beside me 

like totem poles sharing 

their ancient stories 

of the adventures 

in between 

Tell me your secrets so I may carry on 

not gazing high for inspiration, 

not questing the support of the ground 

but 

just seeing the middle 

and for the first time in my sixty years 

I can see the beautiful center

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