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Cross Legged by Veno

He sits

He opens

Light comes in

Stars are only

Fragments of himself

Moon is only

Mirror of his breath

Rising and falling

Sun is the fountain

From which all else flows

He sees this on the long journey

To Himself

Dividing beast man man and god

Good and Evil

Until he arrives

Where divisions no longer exist

On one syllable

He balances a solar system

With measured breath

He discerns life and death

A single strand of light

He sits

Wakes to his own dawn

Sings his own birdsong

 

veno astrology - yogi meditating painting

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