I can watch roses bloom

With no envy toward the sun

And see the weeds with no bitterness

In the garden I begun

I can send gifts to the wedded

Though the bells ring cold

And with grace let go

Of what desire would hold

I can belong to this world

Without being a possession

And know my destination

Without having a direction

I can sing with rage

As placid as the morning

And find true stillness

In funnel clouds forming

I can safely not know

The answer to the question

But let the asking

Beget the suggestion

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