SYLLABLES
The
world is whispering.
Slow
down
and
you will hear
the
cynosure
in
the syllables
it
is singing.
Beads
on a strand.
Prayers
in your hand.
Hold
these susurrations
like this. Feel
them.
Let
them guide you
like a star in the night.
Like
a tail
that wags its dog.
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