Self-Portrait
I have stopped many times -
listened,
for
myself
in the wind that knows no conversation.
my thoughts consider my thoughts -
the melody of emotion,
the geography of time,
the science of spirit
and
dwell
too long I know,
in search of now
where religion is nothing more than
his smile,
her soul
here in the quiet of a heart,
there in the whisper of the wind
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