Mira took this picture last weekend...Macy in her happiest state which is barefoot and outside. Do you like the poem below??? I do.
Namaste,
Michele
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
--Hafiz
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