there is no wall
where my feet rest
as I walk this path,
there is only that space
where I can rest now,
where roots grow,
meet and entwine
with the play of
light and dark
of every wondrous
awakened morn.
where my feet rest
as I walk this path,
there is only that space
where I can rest now,
where roots grow,
meet and entwine
with the play of
light and dark
of every wondrous
awakened morn.
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