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The humble bumblebee

Where lovely things mix and match And greenery fills the walls Where all the birds come to bathe And drink when they are parched.

Coffee Island

Where lovely things mix and match And greenery fills the walls Where all the birds come to bathe And drink when they are parched.

Christmas Calendar 2020

A hill at the bottom of the sky.

You gave yourself to the god who comes, The liberator of the loud shout, While I fell into a trance, Blood on my lips, And stumbled into a temple on top Of a hill at the bottom of the sky.

Dance me to the end of love

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love /Leonard Cohen

Osteria

Hence is it that a city street Can deepest thought impart, For all its people, high and low, Are kindred to my heart;

Swimming in the air

And in the rhythm of the swim I hummed a two-four-time slow hymn

Lotus

And so, ending here my journey, as the hummingbird put a drop of nectar In the Lotus Flower of my heart

Silent Night

Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright

The Bull

Unlike the cows he lives alone, nozzles the sweet grass gingerly to pass the time away