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This Place...

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This place
...
whispering in my heart,
the longing to lie in the meadow
and become small again,
drinking deeply the smells of my youth,
the wild hills rolling out
from beneath me…
wild oaks,
wild sky and clouds galloping
through my heart and soul…
whispering prayers
always on the tip of my tongue,
adoration of all things beautiful,
sensual,
full of life
where the beat of my heart
dances with the song that no one can hear
but is listened for
with every fiber reaching for the night sky
praying…
that a star will fall into the palm of my hand...

Photo: Our meadow the end of April, 2009.