To come to quiet...

To come to quiet,

willingly,

while the mourning doves

have their way

with the morning.

To sit and breathe,

slowly,

as mind and breath

find themselves

dancing together.

To look inside,

caringly,

calling soul to show

deepest truths

unveiled.

To come to quiet,

willingly,

while the mourning doves

have their way

with the morning.

Jyoti Wind

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