Transcending
To close my eyes and listen
Is a skill so badly needed
The art of just being
Defines and questions seeing
Letting what really is
Just do its thing
Like the ocean winds
Or the cries from a baby
I am able to relax
Through my own form
Of meditation and insight
By the pure existence
Of a loud quietness
Uplifting more easily
To prove myself to
The wonders present
Unnatural anxiety
Is released in the breeze
That cools the skin
And allows me to breath
In the tranquility of life
Keeping me close and safe
Cause I fear to be like
Other s of my environment
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