Light acts upon us as inspiration. The touch of the beloved makes us beautiful. The bird’s song becomes our own. The chill in the air turns us into living stone. With each step we create the earth, our pulse the measure of all things. The river runs away from and into us. Being is because we are. The doors of perception always open upon our own creation and we pronounce it good.
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