A gentle glow is dawning

though it’s not yet morning.

A gentleness flows through the land,

pain goes away; Time’s drifting sand.

A wave of pleasure bathes my Soul;

a soothing balm makes me more whole.

All things are here, all things of old

today though they are paved with gold.

The Spirit’s here, I feel it strong;

I sit now just where l belong.

The world and I are all the same;

always wild but always tame.

Today I walk a special way,

a path where Aya says “G’day”.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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