I’ve arrived in abundance:
in abundance I’ve slept,
in cool abundance I wake.

There’s abundance of trees in a tender blue breeze,
abundance of light, an absence of night,
distant laughter of geese
overhead where we sleep,
I dream thrills of still lakes
we’ll explore when we wake.

There’s abundance of green in fresh air to deep-breath,
so much silence, so still
that it rings in your ears.

Sun and shadows repeat in a flickering dance, playful ripples that run
races over the blue, so much love
in these arms that abundance comes true.


Sweden 2014

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