Lying in Savasana
under the winter sun
mindful of the one
true glory of it all
another secret story
waiting to unfold
like cold rain and snow
sung so long ago
another time and place
lost without a trace
where memories linger
as if an empty page
waiting to be written
in the book of life
of love and happiness
ours for the taking
once we awaken
to ringing bells
reminding us
to love one another
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