Bring me back to life
the way the leaves can,
brushing the ocean breeze
like a quiet rain song
reminding me to hear.
Let my mind rest open
as if I stand always
by the side of a creek
popping bubbles and
rolling with the rocks.
Grant me experience
so my voice may be soft
and my words be soothing,
the gift of peace recycled
through my eyes to my hands.
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