Just as the morning fog pretends to hide what lies beneath
So do my woes mask the reality of all beauty and joy..
Just as the bitter taste of coffee is followed by its power to quicken the step
So does the rain of frightening thunder sprout the new shoot..
Just as a lover’s absence makes all the sweeter the reunion
So makes the painful yearning the most earnest of love making…
Yet there is just one place of no shroud, no prolong prelude, no aftertaste…
No waiting, no absence
This the constant accompaniment of presence, existence..
How it is that I got to understand this, is the blessing of all blessings,
So grateful is this heart that it reached this tranquil water where the well never runs dry…
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Magic defined, so well put. Keep flowing my sister the scribe x