The Quiet Sweetness of
Slow and Low

The quiet sweetness of slow and low,

the steady gentle movement of living stillness

that carries the weather,

transparent tears of opaque light

that hides the fear of darkness.

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But the clouds, too, are life, are they not?

Pouring down rain in love,

upon dirt,

to mud over and birth

a meadow of wildflower, sun-filled color,

petals that span radiance,

that lingers even as they fade

to clear and fall again

as lightness of being,

through to the groundless, unchanging one.

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