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The mountain’s morning chill

Resounds with temple bells

Calling us to ourselves

Wherein the spirit dwells


Old monks chanting prayers

Nuns saying rosaries

In dark candlelit rooms

Calming their troubled seas


Alone in wooded hills

Winds speaking through the leaves

A soaring eagle’s flight

His worldly past he leaves


A lover’s gentle touch

Needing no answers why

Sharing the setting sun

And starry midnight sky


These ancient rituals

Transcending time and space

Weave an understanding

That words cannot replace


Apart yet together

We seek a separate peace

It forms our common bond

A search to never cease

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