Meditate
When the baby starts
With dawn nearing the horizon
Though your bone
Your body
Your very bond aches for rest
For you, oh sweet breast
Hold hope in your open hand
And condemnation in your fist
All life depends on your whim
Though no notice goes
To your hard fought victory
All life seems only to turn against your will
Yet all life peters for lack of your interest
You give life and enthuse
Rejoice and rejoin in happy open-handedness
– M.Landers, June 2014
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Further Reading
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