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  • Ten Winds dream me
    Seven Waves from after
    before this continued stream of mornings

    Distances not lost but not seen either
    from the places
    deeper into silences

    We hold.. We seek... we touch the complete start
    all our lives
    mostly without ever knowing
    it is something one cannot lose
    but must learn

    Just pausing eyes of flights agreement

    holding all the stories towards the sun

    In the imagined counting of dream's endless expressions
    A love alive in all the fused lands of all the way home

    All inertial force contained yet freely open unheard
    without measure
    without time
    without haste

    Condensed in little hurry bye's
    missing to often the reflections from eternity
    among the broken eggs

    A REAL world in each of us
    held in our own creative hands

    Where light lives in every single part of us
    telling us what words were sung without words
    hearing meaning, taking up the honor in Motion's coded future

    A place where Intuition bursts in pleasures
    revealed when we grasp it's meaning

    Inspiration sings the practices it held since the beginning
    Hold's still, in every piece of every sky all that is and ever was
    nothing lost in the apparent music singing the entire earth of the universe

    We who stayed the wave
    Those who went particle
    Calling white black
    black white
    stepping through the turnstile glass of forgiving imagery
    All emotion, all a story
    All of us who have ever been
    just a touch of
    ARE
    Will be
    exist now in the expanding infinity of space
    which we have forgotten to see
    between the breathing lessons
    in all the winter of our Nothing lost seed
    human made dramas pointing out how lost we sometimes are
    yet finding ourselves amused at where we are
    in our dancing forevers

    hs
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