Meditation 5

I watch you walk
As if from above
The circling of your body
In motion

The movement of your hands

We are strangers
You and I

You are a son of the forests and fields
A child of rivers and the sky
Not of words and buildings
Not of gardens planted and raised

And yet here I am within you
Building temples of thoughts and words

As you circle, instinctual and guileless below.

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