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The Way of My Healing Bodhisattwa Parekh A serene path beneath old oaks, A familiar bend in the river. They call me back, but with a soft hum, A melody only my heart loves. When the noise of the day presses down, and my bones want some rest, I close my eyes. The melody plays a gentle and an endless tune. It smooths the rough edges, this beloved landscape singing low. And I am healing again. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |