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Our hearts sing & dance, in silent reverence & awe.
Abundant in blessings, we give thanks for redeeming love.
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My life has been a series of folds set in a pattern done over and over, repetitively, throughout the day, over the weeks, and through the months and years - until a decade comes up and I wonder why:
the folding patterns haven't changes and the dishes still need to be done and the same sweep of the floor keeps coming up, like old discarded forgotten trash that appears out of nowhere that needs to be addressed.
I keep hiding behind the mesh veil that covers my eyes, no one can see me, as I stroll through your city, always wondering how so many people can be together and not see themselves in each others eyes. The immensity of that would be too much. I can't even go there.
I lost myself there for a moment - forgetting my place.
Little escapes here and there are becoming more routine.
Everyone suffers in their own private sanctuary; they don't share it with others - they keep it to themselves; its their precious.
the folding patterns haven't changes and the dishes still need to be done and the same sweep of the floor keeps coming up, like old discarded forgotten trash that appears out of nowhere that needs to be addressed.
I keep hiding behind the mesh veil that covers my eyes, no one can see me, as I stroll through your city, always wondering how so many people can be together and not see themselves in each others eyes. The immensity of that would be too much. I can't even go there.
I lost myself there for a moment - forgetting my place.
Little escapes here and there are becoming more routine.
Everyone suffers in their own private sanctuary; they don't share it with others - they keep it to themselves; its their precious.
