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Poem 0167: feel

Spilling over to feeling contentment —
Dread can no longer hold its sway —
Waters of hope and longing and being
Wash the well-known “lonely” away.

Present to wonders of being the in breath:
Simple reminders of compassion’s time.
Rising and falling, the belly reminds us
Of rhythms suspended like poems that don’t rhyme.

~ by Stan Stewart
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