I silently sip my morning coffee,
closing my eyes the world
melts into a textual realm
of direct experience
I smell the aroma of the earth, feel the soothing flow of water, allow the power of fire to warm me, and taste the nourishment of life,
thus, my morning goes from silence into the sweetest song.
Fin
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