Its quiet.
I wait.
Nothing can be calculated.
It must be raw.
It can be captured.
It can.
Its so beautiful.
Its so right!
I breathe.
Its not here yet.
But its coming.
I know that its coming,
and so I wait.
I can almost see it...
You can hear the lines bending,
and see the sighs twisting out.
Everything is unwinding,
My soul is stilled.
Praise to the One
Who lifts my eyes,
And stirs the waters.
For now I can rest
.W I T H A L L T H E S P A C E S F I L L E D U P.
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