Good Morning!

Here are Jane's two poems from today.  She says, "I do not know what they mean, and, yet,  here they are."

I wonder how often this is true of us all. 

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Heaven on
Earth

In a waking dream, weakness leaves the body of the
earth.
Standing still I feel power rise through my feet like water through a
tree.
Bounty surrounds my quiet center.
I mark the season. The vault of
heaven is my map.

Strange lands
and separation are my lot.

The sunrise builds a fire on the mountain.
I
chop a limb for wood and warmth.
A bird nest falls.
I carry it inside my
coat.

I
love these two poems.  I feel "power rise through my feet like
water through a tree."   "Bounty surrounds my quiet
center."   "The vault of heaven is my map."  
Today, I carry a bird nest inside my coat, knowing the bird appears in
the notes from the song in  my heart.