

Namaste
A heavy mist rolled in this morning
filled with
magic and possibilities.
Birds were singing to greet the day as
I stretched
and put my mind in place.
I pulled in thoughts
of peace and love
then set
them out to meet the sea.
Enjoyed the strength in my body as it
moved in
time with the music of my life.
Was someone watching from the trees
close enough
but could not quite see.
On route to some distant beach
covered by
logs and memories to sit upon.
The sun is high but the mist
still stands
leaving all that remains wet.
Jill Fitz 2013
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