A Life of Wonder

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If I am writing in a sacred text, then each one of my words should should contain a world.

The only purity we have is nature.

And we approach it through song.

When the words leave our mouth, the sky fills with tears and empties upon the barren land.

There is no word for how the land opens to receive the sky’s tears.

To know that is to know G_d.