MEG HIT THE ONE THOUSAND MARK!!!
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HI Meg,
Something to ponder over a cup of coffee.
The Master Meditates
In a cedar lined hall, the swordsman slips into a Kata so old
bright blade arcing through the air, a whisper of light
each step a balance of form and movement so right
centered within and without, in a single life true and bold
Flowing through forms across space in soundless flight
a timeless dance with a warrior’s edged and true steel
part of all, and yet so alone, immersed in all to feel
in an empty hall under wintered trees in dawn’s light
Neither pain nor love nor laughter mars this soul
moving in ancient patterns as a mind and heart
spiral into oneness as everything becomes a part
the universe, at last in that single moment, is whole