Weaver Woven

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Like the waves of the sea
and
winds from the mountains

The past
and Presence
rise to
meet me.

Grief,
gnowledge,
knowing,
impatience

To be heard
and seen
again through

Clear windows to wisdom,
without glass
ceilings or separations
of space or
generations.

They rise to
meet me
in this auspicious occasion
of remembrance.

In a gentle flow,
a crashing of atoms
so fierce
my breath and body

Give way into the nothing
of their everything.
And together

    we rise, we weave.

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