Hum

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Spiritual Journey

Hum Dear, hum
Rhythm and drum
Begin, end. Start again

Sing, little bird
In the silence, you are preferred
Harmonizing in the mind's forest

All may seem lost
The miraculous work dying in bitterness like frost
Listen, for the little birds return.

Feel the pulsing signature
Follow, the river, an upset silver pitcher
It greets you with a soft unending kiss

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