SMOKE ASCENDING

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The effortless 
Rise of smoke

Ascending
Upwards 

In the still
November air

Like prayer
Into the nothingness

Of problems solved
Tensions dissolved

In the warm hearth
Of the ordinary

Tender the Veil 
Of Peace

Falling over 
All and a gentle

Tide at night on 

Shining
Sandy 
Shores

Where searchers'
Lamps explore

Nameless 
Mysteries

Hidden
In the beauty

There

Surfboarding
The night

And heading 
Home again

Heart of Heaven's
Bliss here

On Earth

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