7-11-07 11:11 GMT

July 17, 2007

Behind my eyes, before my eyes, inside my eyes, through my eyes
this one note – rising, fleet of foot and full beyond compare
This one thread binding me to the quicksilver pool of life
A bird matches the glimmering strand and weaves its tapestry
Soul becomes engulfed and longer is I
is We is Us
All

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