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| Cherry Blossoms after the spring rains the cherry blossoms appear in a chinese vase in front of the mirror reflecting something I have always known like a zen poem suddenly all the disconnected words of my life form into a whole perfectly composed each delicate petal falling in love with life dissolves into me-- the Poem that I truly AM has no boundary and therefore no end Michael Weintraub Here I Am today my hands burst into flowers cherry blossoms and magnolias everywhere--here I am-- amidst the daffodils and huge white clouds so sharply etched against the cool blue sky and deep green of my skin my feet stretch out into mountains still held in the clasp of winter's incorruptible snow all around looking into wonder Here--I AM Michael Weintraub |
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