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Draw

a circle on the ground,

Burn the fire in the center,

Be the fire, be the circle

As if nothing is for later.

 

Dance like madness,

Flow like ether,

Be released and gently gathered.

Flow like a river

All the rivers!

Child of source

And Freedom’s

Mothers!

listening for origin (c) since 1910

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for origin

listening

the land of sound-beings

Are you the kind soul helping me to test the emergence of the inner.cricket?
 

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