Pouring out oneself
Accepting nothing
Letting the emptiness
Resound within, without
It all flows in peace
Colors float, prayers
Arise, like the smoke
Of incense skyward
Not needing speech
Coming like a sigh
Gone on the wind
Blow by the Spirit's
Breath away and in
Out along with your
Own, open to what
May come or go
The call of quiet
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