Ponder

I ponder my god sleeping

Unconscious and devout

How death’s an inhalation

And life, a breathing out

How prayer is foreign lullaby

How pulse is holy still

In linking life to service

Of breathing death fulfilled

How heart inspires endings

How quaking ends the dream

To find the mind unknowing

To all that I have been

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Doer and Dreamer, happy anywhere the snow flies.

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