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Just a Tourist
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Newness Oldness
Green moss and the trickling sound of water, this mountain hillside and I are alone, except for the chatter of a grackle. Then the sudden touch. Mind's silence moves across the tremble of dead grasses. There has never been coming or going, and in the winter cold we re-member each other.
The love of my friends pours through me a liquid drink, sunlight set free and the mingling of long ago moments and present affections. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I have always held you in most delicate hands lace sewn from daylight, shadow, evening and you, in your enfolding and unfolding of time have held me too. Now with this the day of our beginning silence invites, trembling grasses reveal a beauty untouched by newness oldness.
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