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Knowing Love
Today, I am,
With this buzzing bee, this sleeking caterpillar, with these singing birds,
They live,
Within The balance,
Of what is real.
They have not lost,
The rhythm,
Of night and day,
Of eating and sleeping,
The rhythm of living and dying
As we have.
I ask today,
To live within the sweet balance and rhythm,
Of our slow, tender
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