Where all our words intersect-
There is a moon enlightening shadows,
And abstraction as reality's underpinnings,
Where we walk covered in gladness.
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only when we reach the final stillness will we hear the flight of a solitary bird! this is a very good poem... made me think!
Such a total wonder, this magic, where we walk covered in gladness....I just feel that line so totally........ The Master is working the magic.... Jim Troy