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| Evening in New York. |
Our cities are lit
by our fear of the night
of the dark
with its cauldron
of stars
What we cannot contain
We erase from our hearts
Preferring
our universe
small
When evening descends
Enlarging our world
We send streetlamps
to mop up
the night
But the Soul finds its footing
in mystery
And in darkness
Is born
Into light
— Mela Gaskins-Butcher
Mela Gaskins-Butcher helps her friends heal in Barra de Navidad, Jalisco, Mexico through yoga and ayurveda. Mela also writes poetry when the universe aligns and we are honored to share her poetry for the first time within these pages. Evening is just the beginning of the journey.
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