It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
No other place I’m going to
Except the universe of your care
And I’ll be at home there...
‘What to do’ and ‘How to live’
And ‘Consciousness – the reason?’
Recurred each thinking season...
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