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I Pray For Clarity
05:07
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I will have no mist upon my face when the fog of morning is burnt off by the sun
cleanly and without hesitation
It is now so clear, so simple to see
I feel renewed
I am light of body, spirit and mind
soul is free to move
I can hear sounds, how interesting they all are
I now understand the different temperatures of the long day
Each minute, life has changed
Everything is different now
Everything is different
Now
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Fallen Bird
05:00
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Amblers
05:31
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Elkins
07:01
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I walked along the road and gazed at the hills there
across the lake again, and breathed out a lagoon,
as if i had not seen this beautiful sight before
Land and body to be tilled
rocks and trees hewn together
motion of things living
Down the hill on the farther shore
The movement held up in the smooth and contoured line of a bare tree
who appears as a beautiful women,
throwing out her arms before me
I am unable to explain
unable to defy
I can only admit the truth when I see it so clearly
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Rucksack Weather
06:04
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Losers' Grace
05:50
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A failed traveler seeks his home in the dark
The grey fog of evening paints his skull with forgotten words
He stumbles through the ash and pale
Searching, longing
With the grace of an angel he falls off the Earth
And can see no longer
Losers' grace fell in a green longing
For space to see what was behind them
But they couldn't see
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The fretting world, the streets, the noisy hours of day withdraw,
A holy calm descends like dew upon me,
I walk in cool refreshing night the walks of Paradise,
I scent the grass, the moist air and the roses;
Thy song expands my numb'd imbonded spirit, thou freest,
launchest me,
Floating and basking upon heaven's lake.
--- W. Whitman
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Dear Hills
We carved the basin.
This stone left here by Masses of ice by
Gone now but this
Stone still here this
Powerful song
Fills it of water each
Spring we are fed
by the hills
We fill ourselves
With the water this
Basin remembers
that old time of ice
When it gushed
Of melted snows
We carved the
Powerful words
Of admission
My strength cometh from the hills
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