Three words
three words are
tiny pebbles tossed
into the light of a moon
on crooked water.
I cannot say your name now
without remembering
black smoke like lead in your veins.
They tell me you found God
all I see are phantoms.

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Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you