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Monday, 31 March 2014

Always new

The time 
of spending more time with the sun 
than the moon.
A bit chilly dawn. 
Warm mid-afternoon air. 
Evening tree branches waving slightly.

A white ivory fleece floor cushion
carefully rolled up and wrapped in paper. 
It is put in a gently wiped bag.

Two lights are blinking. 
'Please change', they say. 
Two round and small lights 
coming out of a treasure box.

Warm and bright yellow shines on me.

A new meeting. 
A new beginning.

It is new.

Everything is born anew all the time, 
 as we think,  
as we behave,
as we say.


Right now.