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THE SEEKING PLACE
There is nothing more here for you
(You know this to be true)
Than to just breathe
And sink
Sink
Sink in the quicksand of respiration.
Someday you will wake
And even the air will make sense,
And the water will flow right through you.
If you would wait long enough
Maybe climb high enough,
It just has to make sense.
I see your secret in the signature.
Then will you remember words and
Sounds until they are shapes
And echo through a vast corridor.
You are only free when you..
You are only free if you..
Someday you will wake
And even the air will make sense,
And the water will flow right through you.
The exact spot where the land ends
And the sea begins is the only thing
Richer than you.
Hold on if you need to,
But blindly, gently.
The danger is past.
The terror is due.
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