The Great Connection

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I'm dreaming of the Great Connection.

I'm a contradiction when I play with words.

I stop and get to reconnecting

in these live sensations and this world uncurled.

How many times I've made that journey

from a head full of Me to Now?

- the noisy world of human toiling 

to the beauty of this flow.

And quietly I rest in stillness

and I feel the sadness of our solitary cells.

'Lights out! Last call!'

Imprisoned in my mans conception

of this age of beauty

and the tender touch of now.

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The wordless strike of lightening's stillness

and the thunderous whisper of all living calls,

now weigh this flow of physicality

of all things dancing in this outer space.

How many times this unexpected

release from Me to Now?

-this timelessness, this Great Connection,

this emptiness, so full!

And quiet, in the arms of suchness,

Feeling! Loving! Freedom!

- at the mystery of it all

'It....now....is....me!'

Unfathomable reconnection

at the heart of caring,

- this love-filled diamond hall.

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