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A Mantra for “The Mattering”

“The rustle of leaves calls me to listen.

The sweet song of birds invites me to feel.

The soft pull of gravity reminds me I am home.


Every sound, every stillness is a doorway

that I may enter.

Every history, every presence is abundant

with meaning and purpose.


I am one with the dance of relativity

in a matrix of possibility.

My heart and mind are open

to witness “the mattering”

in an ever, expanding field of knowing.”

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