Holy Days

We celebrate

moments
past and passing,

loving
           one and other. We
feel time,
feel timelessness 

and wonder what it means
to let go
of all we know.

Flowers grow in our hearts
as we sleep
in the warm-blooded universe.

We open our mouths to sing
and petals flutter from our throats like
wings, lifting us.

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