Reaching out

A calm breeze touches the fingertips of my hand reaching out.
On savanna dessert sands, paws crossed the lion at ease satisfied and full.
Calmness hearing a leaf moving slowly, rhythmically backwards and forwards from side to side until touching the surface of the ocean.
Calmness as traveling in air, the touch, as the wave taking you under.
Surrendered you’ll feel the movement of the whale,

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