all was gray or darker gray or blue that shaded into gray
except for one streak right above the mountains
the opaque green of sea glass glowing right there
there at the horizon, there where you had to pay attention
there so that you noticed the light
one to carry into your dreams, one to remember
one to shine in wonder when your heart turns to ash
thereby to transform it into a beacon
om tare tuttare ture soha
(a bridge to a source of kindness and compassion)
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