Zen Lullaby
because you cannot read the music of my soul
you must try to play it by ear
and take care
not to bend the delicate notes
but rather
balance them gently
like caterpillars on a fallen log
in a forest
where no one hears
the harmonies of our hearts
their beating butterfly wing rhythms
that tap on tree leaves
and leave
softly
on an evening breeze
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