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Invitations {Poem}




How still

can you sit

when the world

wildly spins?


Can you be

the old oak

rooted

at the center

of the forest?


Can you be

the blue mountain

rising

from the fog

at dawn?


Can you be

the clear sky

receiving

ten thousand wings

of a flock

heading home? Can you be

a deep breath

inviting

the whole world

to breathe

with you?