Toing

Chirruping chorus of grasshoppers many,

Dance of the butterfly, no route in mind.

Here there is soul to be fed, spirit in connection,

A moment where hazed peace feels easy to find.

For we are all one, no need for grand gesture,

The smallest of blessings can revive and renew.

Let go of the fear, immerse in the froing

However erratic, just flow, it’s all you.

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