Hungering for Paradise

Fond memories
of February snows
and hours spent in a quiet room
with other meditating hearts;
of warm beds
and nourishing food
for body and for soul;
of afternoons spent tromping through the cold,
or reading in a cozy rocker
and staring out the window
at the mountains;
of evening chants
and morning fog:
a hunger grows within for Paradise.


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