In my bedroom refuge,
Away from a world of converse,
I sit so still,
The harp music
Reflecting my tranquil silence.
It’s in crystals I hold,
From Temagami’s grand depth,
Patience of earth,
Nature’s beauty
By the safety of my desk.
What is purely natural,
Flows in and out of my skin,
From food to nourish
To ointment protection
Made simplicity to a blessing.
Somedays I loathe the waver
Of my shy complexion,
For now I know,
We could never grow old
To our innate fashion.
But what is in store for my soul?
Seems the world around me,
Is fluid to a fault,
Accommodating to all,
And I, need not change anything about me,
For once can live again,
live to the tempo of my calling,
In harmony.
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