we shall know we are awake
to this moment of breath--beginning
to rise from our bellies, believing
all thoughts learned are unnecessary
as honouring each moment resonates
in the perfection of all that is
being beauty, loving love
peaceful peace drumming
years of yearning turning into rain
clouds, pouring--all that we know
is what we can let go of
sailing onto Bethlehem
allowing the birth to carry
a tune of ancient starfish
ferries bringing cherries
to the mainland---soul's pure land
leaving the powdered bones
behind, we worship
palms together, creating
warmth to light up the world
Kate Lamberg
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