Infinite Perception Of The One

 When the tides are right,

A sailor wears his bucket hat.

When the moon shines,

The dreamer plays the sax.


When my grey vapor flies

Flavors fill the sky.

When the songs are sung,

The dancer has come back.


Coffee-scented mornings,

Lavender nights.

Window daydreams play

The strings of love and life.


Reacquaintance with the cosmos

Enthusiastic syntax

Inspiring consciousness:

Nature guides the way.

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