I as a mountain
can no longer resist
the flow of the
river as it takes its
way beside me
in circles....
the river too has
chosen the path of
least resistance
in circles.....
after a provocative
thinking
i surrender i accept
all these terms....
there will be no more
resistance about love
and its new fragrance....
there is an old tree
here with huge branches
and tips touching skies....
i welcome all birds
migrating from your winter....
i am passive to all these
natural advances....
a kiss will always be a kiss
and as always whatever that is
love always prevails....
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