April 22, 2020/
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Sitting quietly on my morning meditation chair My mind stubbornly plays one of its many tricks Wandering freely among the voices of the wind The snapping and crackling on our wooden house And listening to the voice on our zoom meditation The time says we are deep into the springtime But Khiona has once proven not to be different From our own Amadioha and his brother Shango Who are not respecters of neither time nor season…
