Sitting on the breakwater,
long before first light,
I was met by gifts
and messengers.
First, a small bird
to warn me to be
ready.
And then, knowing
before it happened,
that a shooting star
would appear,
right where I looked,
followed by the ecstasy
between land and water
the sky and I, and
from somewhere,
a mantra,
"Don't be greedy,
don't be greedy."
All will...
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