Morning Meditation: Autumn Nirvana

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Fire Spike and Palms

You parade both of your faces
You have no guile, no artifice
When your mood is frigid
your breath blows ice crystals
The heat of your scowl shrivels
the most verdant terrain
But on days like today
your benevolence
rolls in waves
washing us all in rapture

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