Picture: Edinburgh by George Henry
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Tears of gratitude
Flow in waves through your cliffs,
Just like your fresh torrent streams.
From afar, your songs come to me
In codes and radio waves.
I observe and allow
And let go of this grief.
Homesick for Lothian,
I accept the present situation,
Not the form of it, constructed by rationale,
But the essence
Through which, everything mortal
Appears to take place.
Wherever God
Leads this vehicle-body,
And its software-mind,
Nothing is ever really lost.
For I identify with the awareness that lies behind,
For as long as I can.
This you taught me,
Scotland.
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Herons