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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