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You, My Spirit
CM (June 1971 / Greater Manchester, UK)

You, My Spirit

A bird flies the open sky.
Sailing, gliding with defining edges.
The wind catches the feathers,
and still afloat this bird flies on.

The trees they are adorned,
By brilliant sunset,
Beauty and lightness.

The bird that was still is,
But yet no more, and
we know,
That in is present form,
The call of the wild,
Is its truth and mercy.

silent beauty.
The changing of clouds and trees,
The figurement of imaginary beauty,
a stillness that is not captured by our eyes.

Buds blossom.
Trees grow.
Clouds change.
And my spirit flies.

(Thursday 27 April 2006, Bolton, UK)

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