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In The Late Morning


In the late morning
When the green leaves catch
Sunlight in dull white
Wide open palms,
Every flickered tremble is felt,
Like those that ever raced
Across the human heart;
And every fallen beam,
Slight upon our breath,
Finds here its heaving death,
And the eye to call it bright.

-Swami Ambikananda Saraswati