shaggy yak
in Himalaya high
gallops carefree
desert skies
painted impossible hues
scrub and sand
moth wing eyes
so very convincing
owl or “seeing tree”
calm seas
don’t draw sailors
storms do
monkey moments
that mirrored pond,
reflecting us
the !n(tro)verted yogi
Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher
the !n(tro)verted yogi 
No matter where I am on this planet, the sun comes up and sets again. The magic of being alive! Your poems are just wonderful. Reminds me that I never regret roaming this planet and enjoying all of the gifts that abound here.
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Thanks.
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