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In circles I drift along,
fingertips teasing water's edge
a gentle rock sets in motion
soft ripples of water music
A smile sneaking past my lips
no sufficient explanation
of how I found the eye
in the midst of a raging storm
but content to be here
under rain trickling down
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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