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Spiritual

Poem: Religion

I wish I could become a Buddhist…

Abraham

I came late to sunrise. The hills were lit\nwith goats. Everything shimmered in\nsmall steps. I closed my eyes.

Poem: Sravana

Let the coffee pot and the crows,\nlet the car horns and the upstairs neighbors.

Poem: Here Today

God is here today. She is a spectacular god…

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