Have You Ever Been With Someone
Who Stopped All Of Time?
Or Realized That You Had Tears
But Don't Know From Where They Had Come?
Is This Grace
To Know The Softness Of Living
To Feel The Space
That Rests In Every Moment
Like The Quiet Churning
Of The Night's Black Ocean Waves
What Does It Mean to Live?
Is Life In The Breath?
Or Is It In A Mind That Is Free
A Heart That Is Open
And A Soul That Flies?
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