oh great expanse
ever still and ever moving
stretching far, small as dust
hear my call
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to be one with the silence
to be one with the shape
and the color
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to be reminded of the size
of nothing and everything
holding tight to the infinity
giving up the finite
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is an aim, is an aim
can the receiver tune me in
or am i the receiver
the sound or the silence
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to be trapped by the mind is ludicrous
to be victimized by the mind, prejudice
forever capitalizing on my own fears
never to forgive my past
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freedom, beauty, life
come from the mind that is unchained
unbent by the weight of time
and terror
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hear my call, but where
where will the call be heard
in the mind that sent it out
the mind that picks it up
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is such a mind disturbed by these thoughts
where does the time stop
the infinity begin, the silence begin
the action without movement, the journey without motion
the love without fear
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if i sent out my own call
am i the only one to hear it
if i merely send it out
who but me can know to tune in
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who is translating, translating
how to decipher the sounds
do i trust in my small receiver
or the Big Receiver
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is it a ‘babblefish’ that I seek
or simple listening, hearing
understanding
—ponder east, circa 2005
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