How quiet the night,
Spent in the tent,
On riverbank and moonlight,
Rising to sunspeak and birdsong,
Lying down on earth and ant work,
A floating family of geese,
Coming to rest when water slows.
Loose leaf tea thoughts,
Flowing downstream too.
Me, unseen, but observing.
Weaving space for todays gifts,
Both giving and receiving.
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