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My son takes a step. The body cries. There is no i to stop it.
This is Absolute.
Love burns, melts without the self.
A child sang. The sky did not answer. Laughter rose, Tears followed. The wind carried both.
Breath moved. The body opened. No watcher or watched. Echoed.
The hush before form. No name. No center. Only the turning. A child sang.
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