The perimeter is littered with things fallen by the wayside

They can rest there  to simply suggest activities of once was

Faerie circles of a different order perhaps, but truly they are

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Have you ever heard of ‘Life is Sacred’ or transmutation?

Just look and look in the looking with the eyes of I Am

How many times do I say, ‘Astounding, astounding, astounding’?

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Can we spread the arc of this perimeter and find a dancing ground

In common even as we stand at times nakedly in The Commons

Unaware of what seems lost but never was, never was, never was

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I place my hand near, near to your heart but only in my mind’s eye

Somehow even this touch saturates the field, touch outside of resistance

And therefore deeper than even what seeing and believing can grant

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We bring what was/is split into this unseen contact  covert mending

Of rifts that once cast asunder flesh from flesh  eroding of earth

Demanding only that we become the missing element  innate intelligence

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It might shock what is seen, perceived, felt, known with Presence

And this gentle but penetrating wind lays bare all coverings, the battens

Perceiver and perceived intertwined in a choreography unwrought

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Venerable heart of us all  we are held in this music  synarchic tune

However raw unfinished untempered  diamond in the rough still

A diamond  facets inherent within  aware or not  as beloved we see

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And yet we wrestle  fighting not what we know  but what fears

In us that loom large  truly only in our imaginations  what grace

This wrestling too a dance and reconciliation of the highest order

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