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02-13-2012, 10:55 PM | #6 |
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Opening with force closing silently or with calamity sometimes opening so quietly so slowly one strains to notice the change. The universe is expanding. at record speeds. There are concepts that change more quickly than light speed. Terrifying infiniteness. Nothing is insignificant. Each thing is a link in the chain of consequence- Mind your way. Peek through a keyhole? It doesn’t work that way. All doors lead to the same path for everybody, does it matter the way? “The pawns and the kings return to the same box when the game is put away.” Lead me to flowers in the spring. Lead me to the music that rings. Lead me to the sweet smells that the fruits of labor bring. Stop! A moment, please… Let me leap into your arms. Carry me over the thresholds of change. Be the link, the unwavering constant despite infinite change. (By Rebecca Stone)
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