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mind is clear
breathe the air
moving in, to smile.
heart not broken
wandering thru my mind
a million blades of
	grass caress & do
	not cut (as other blades can)
barefoot on moist soil
looking up to mountains
	of majesty
and hearing the
sky's words
detaching like
	a balloon in a
		windy sky
cleansed, dancing
sustaining
reverberating (throughout me)
spinning woven
	lightness
no darkness this morning.

© 2000 Katrina Kidwell Johnson %%(^#&@!#& katrina@noun.org