She rises high above the din
Of frenzied voices, shouting slurs.
She is an island to herself;
Nobility, a tranquil sense,
Arising from impermanence.
Look at all the happiness
Her herbal garden brings.
She steps outside herself tonight
To hear her spirit sing.
She dances in the morning,
And she wanders in the night.
Her heart is rediscovered
As her spirit soars in flight.
She steps outside herself today,
Looks inward from without.
Finds sweet validation there;
Ego boundaries disappear,
As the glass begins to clear.
She rises high beyond the reach
Of propaganda and of lies.
She’s made a home within herself;
Nobility, a tranquil sense,
Arising from impermanence.
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