The Nectar of Peace

I am a flower bed that finds 
within the present moment 
the jewel of cognition. 

A petal falls.
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            .
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           It is me 
flying through other beds that sleep
           in a wish.

As I fly, the drop of the nectar of peace touches me.   
As I drink the nectar, I become a butterfly of wisdom. 

It is after living in a garden that I find the path toward freedom 
as I dance with this new set of twinkling wings.