When the moon is high,
glide past joy
in that delicate glacial light
to the edges of the crescent angel.
Be courageous.
Let your heart sing
knowing the depths
of your soul
have been given away,
the crevasses
of greed
gone,
the mountain
of kindness
ascended
and nothing left
of your spirit
remains
to be desired.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
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