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Monday, April 29, 2013

Divine Discontent

God like a flea may bite you somewhere
                  Rumi


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the chair is comfortable
the morning
is cool
and misty

sitting on my deck 
my eyes wander
to the vague mountain hidden in the clouds

the coffee is hot
and strong

the birds come and go
singing
deer silently wander through the trees

it would so easy
to 
stay
here 
all 
day
 
but sometimes
you have to move

sometimes we need
divine discontent

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