Spiritual

Remembering every place I found you 
I run my hand alongside polished vinyl 
Thinking long and hard on why life is sacred 
The birds outside that sing 
The bug you avoid upon stepping 
Wherever you might find it 
Meet life there and 
Don't do any harm to it 
Unless quickly needed for food 
 
It is only holy because 
It is always doing exactly 
Just what it should 
It couldn't do any different 
Even if it would try to 
And so it is all a part of 
The beautiful circle 
That even now completes 
In you 
Don't stamp your feet 
Bless your heels and 
Dust off your sandals

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