It's all so neat and calm
Where I sit down
The oscillating center
Of my morning garden
I see now how the body
Moving from shade to shade
Is so much older than the soul
So much more perfected
So the soul is always chasing it
Cheating on it getting caught
All the wrongs the body comes to
Are carried in by the struggling soul
Trying to shed light on the body
Calling out for the freedom
The body already knows
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