...how vocal cords vibrating in a hot wind can reach a harmony that pleases,
even in dissonance.
For some reason I can't explain, this thought deeply appeals to me.
I love the idea of reaching harmony that pleases in dissonance.
I hope to persevere like plants, sprout where I don't belong,
drag my faltering body and foggy mind to look at the moon
returning in steadfast reliability; growing in slow, graceful stages
from invisible to full on brightness
time after time after time.
Namaste'
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