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The Greek Connection
A lull in the pounding
Pacific storm,
The jazz is dancing lighter
As I think about the lady
Sorting tablets somewhere
In Ithaca,
Not fully understanding
Or knowing why or how
The connections Kundalini
Brings me,
When a northern sparrow
Lands lightly on the railing,
Singing sweetly remotely
Sounding of Mouskouri
A pretty thing,
My mind goes back to Ithaca
She is smiling softly
As if she knows all about
Kundalini, sparrows, and
The Greek connection.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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