Picture: by Mark Webster
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Yellow rose
In her shifting pose,
Lulled by the wind,
I take that hint.
Into me, into you,
The cherry tree is bearing fruit.
If reality’s a mirror,
I see stillness.
In my aching limbs,
Beyond my pride,
I surrender to the Flow,
For I am the Flow,
And I share the essence of the yellow rose.
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Herons