Night's jeweled dome drifts over the Pacific,
Our life star rises in the woods behind the stable,
Grass breaks underfoot, and jays hail the day.
Content in the place I have made for myself,
Longing to forgive and to be forgiven,
Naive by choice, hungry for the sensations
And the simple pleasures of existence,
Attracted to kindness and to imagination,
I empty myself in stillness, that I may be filled.
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