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Ying and Yang


The full moon pulls way my common sense

As I freely roam the corridors of unclear thoughts

Surprising and disrupting at every turn

my settled patterns.

I dance with the fluttering breeze

striding to the water's edge in search of peaceful repose.

Instead, I feel the yin and Yang yanking me around.

Waves of wisdom are washed away and

I give Into nonsensical fantasy.

I sleep,  and in twilight awakening,  push aside

the clutter in my mind.

For- it is a new day.


Joyce Kasanonkwas Sundheim 


One Thru Eight
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