Lost - Three Trees Yoga

Poems are nearer to prayers than to stories, but in poetry there is no one behind the language being prayed to. From And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos. by John Bergere. The barn burned down, Now I can see the moon. Rumi. The Moment Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment when nothing happens, no what-have-I-to-do-today-list ................
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