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Miraculous and Mundane
by Charlie Morgan Miraculous and Mundane
No burning bush,
just a flock of birds overhead
whose dazzling song wraps me in feathers.
And suddenly floats me in nonexistence,
half the buddha's path to existence.
A gentle, subtle awakening of specialness
comes with their song of tribute
and I hear, I feel.
They sing to me because I'm me;
a salute to my humanness.
And I know He has sent them.
04/08/2003 Posted on 04/08/2003
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/09/03 at 03:07 PM Ah, the simple experience that passes over my head everyday, you make a salute to humanity and to the ability to be one with the earth and its creatures. Glorious, Charlie. |
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