1.
messages lost amid rubble
sorting through the past
her memory is clouded
silence sneaks in to fill her thoughts
unspent emotion like mud at the bottom of the lake
what must she do, what will it take
to grow again
what must she do
to land
from a journey
so unescapably high
any mother would cry
she wants to bless you with words
sound vowel meaning
flowing from source
give me your hand
I will trace the lines
and know
give me your gaze
I will look deep
and see clearly
give me your time
I will make you rich with love
2.
and the crowds are
pollution as movement
colors assaulting the light begging to be seen known felt
the story has no boundaries no coordinates for the map
no time space continuum agreement for the logic
constantly unfolding
the lotus revelation
thank you thank you
thank all of you
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