Inside today there beat a heart of tempo as the blade bit into the wood.

Curved striations to bring forth the bird of root and leaf.

A poem was born as often happens on such days.

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There was love today.

Rainbows of four and then again

Two eagles soared with the wind

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Blade bit and with roughness made the surface smooth

A lick of wood, a smell; feel.

Mirror finish as in the reflection i could once again be.

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To be a part of a tree is pure love of what it is to be me

Watching the leaves gather, the bark curl, a kiss of flame to greet the evening

There even was laughter as one bird and then many clinging to the wire, watching and knowing.

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Today to work and sing

Takes the thoughts back from the tempo of warfare, of being a beserker.