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anything to report?
the clang of a hand-held hammer on tin as an early-bird builder begins his day
the roar of a distant jet on its way to the Gold Coast airport
the growl of my empty tummy greeting green tea
warbles of bird-banter from there to there, and here
between my ears, as well
the great Shining, climbing into cloudless cerulean
is throwing its bejeweled finery over the fields
a quiet footfall sounds on bare wooden floorboards
a melodic drippety-drip echoes from the down pipe
and there’s revving engine-speak from a passing garbage truck
the pulsing thump of a water pump
courses through the singing silver silence
of this vast and teeming emptiness
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echoes from emptiness 
~ this Silent Song is felt beyond any sense of “distance” or “time” ~ through your pen to this Heart ~ all One ~ thank you ~
~ thank YOU for sharing, dear gently-being-Oneness
bowing ~ ml
Great poetry!
Thank you for your generous comment Philip
~ miriam louisa
wonderful lines my dearest … you are on your way to…. ??? (tried emellesse but bounced back today)
Oh what a treat to see you here dearest Cazz – thank you!
Letter-in-process!
Love ~ ml