Nearby confusion harangued a soul,

Perhaps for 30 years, oscillating

And then, like a pleasant infection

Permeated from the walls to another place.

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The repair complete,

I found myself comprised of thoughts of others

And even love within,

So confused I could not tell where I started

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Or ended.

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The house in the woods had become the woods

And the woods disguised the house

So were complete …

As the artist intended

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Now the air and the water

Which nourishes life

For me and the plants

Have connected all in a silent, harmonic sound

A windchime of love, broadcasting its mystery.xxx

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Today the good air quality

Let’s us see each other

Feel each other

And though speech is unnecessary

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We glimpse the oneness in small locutions