When the depth of now is eternal
our presence is all and whole,
the silence is openness,
the water is deep, and eyes touch
there: we become, inside the long home.
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I can't nail down what this means, but I think that's what I like about it so much. The writing's really spacious.
ReplyDeleteDear Lingua Journal, thank you very much for your comment. :) But which of you are you?
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