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without

i spoke with an old man today
my pet he dreamed would stay

he spoke of sound and the lost art of listening
he knew of routine in life, of the sun's shine glistening

today he met zen
this moment will forever be his friend

a smile warmed so deep
with a transcendence of  joy

we are without

need to weep

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not fixed as the root seems
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shaped passed a measure once thought
freedom of moment

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perhaps it is only given in small doses.
never freed,
allowed to be whole.
pieced together by soft touch.

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facing never pain
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