“Bless
the spirit that makes connections,
for truly
we live in what we imagine.
Clocks
move along side our real life
with
steps that are ever the same.
Though we
do not know our exact location,
we are
held in place by what links us.
Across
trackless distances
antennas
sense each other.
Pure
attention, the essence of the powers!
Distracted
by each day's doing,
how can
we hear the signals?
Even as
the farmer labors
there
where the seed turns into summer,
it is not
his work. It is Earth who gives.”
~ Rainer
Maria Rilke ~
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