Waking Up

The wind blew in my face and I sensed the hair tickling my chin

The semi roared in my ear and I heard the song of the chickadee perched in my branch

The sun glared in my eyes and I saw pollen floating from the trees

The soup crossed my tongue and I tasted the cilantro surfing on its waves.

The thought came to my mind and the Spirit swept it away.

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