Morning curls over the crow calls.
\nThe blueing sky unlocks
\nThe navigation markers of the spirit.<\/p>\n
A man rests, softly breathing,
\nHis heart leaning into a voice
\nThat haunts deep, sweet, healing registers,
\nEmbracing all nature.<\/p>\n
Aware of the time of gifts
\nWhose light imparts a sacred harmony,
\nBriefly, bravely captured
\nIn the noetic signature of a kindly smile;<\/p>\n
Awake to the rhythm of dappled raindrops
\nWhose luminescence whispers,
\nBeguiling, beckoning,
\nIn the quiescent murmur of the day\u2019s caress;<\/p>\n
Alive to the perfume of night-scented flowers
\nWhose fragrances shimmer,
\nVibrant, vagrant,
\nIn the cool solicitude of evening.<\/p>\n
With no thought but to live, complete,
\nIn the moment whose prize
\nEludes the grasp of captive minds,
\nThe man turns,
\nThe raindrops tumble,
\nThe fragrances cascade.<\/p>\n
Lowering his outstretched hand
\nHe gathers his seamless garment
\nAnd moves on,
\nTransient as autumn clouds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Morning curls over the crow calls. The blueing sky unlocks The navigation markers of the spirit. A man rests, softly breathing, His heart leaning into a voice That haunts deep, sweet, healing registers, Embracing all nature. Aware of the time of gifts Whose light imparts a sacred harmony, Briefly, bravely captured In the noetic signature […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"inline_featured_image":false,"_uag_custom_page_level_css":"","_FSMCFIC_featured_image_caption":"","_FSMCFIC_featured_image_nocaption":"","_FSMCFIC_featured_image_hide":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-821","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poety"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n