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The Air We Breathe - 26th Anniversary 11 Apr 2020

 


The air we breathe the fragrance you bring  
By Shreefal Mehta   11 April 2020

What perfume that wafted, what fresh meaning that drafted
What generosity of spirit, what talk of clear merit
What new excitement to re-learn, what old conditioning we un-learn
Why this choice of partner unknowing, just following deeper emotions flowing
What perfume that wafted, breathes mingled, selves lofted 

Why we trust each other so much, like clouds in air when gently they touch 
Why completely, longingly we love so much, unknown the connection deep our lives touch;
What fresh eyes that you lent me,  in what fresh joy you enveloped me 
What perfume was it that wafted what beautiful thoughts to me it drafted

Daily we’re renewing the blessed outlook, projecting beautiful worlds from our little nook 
Daily we awake from whence we were blind, to the beauty that abounds from the bouquet of your mind.
What is life doing now? giving me a glance; with a slight smile, you make the universe dance
What joy that is life; what life that is joy
What perfume that wafted when in my life you drifted… 

Happy 26th anniversary.




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