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Einstien called it rapture.
Mozart called it failed genius.
God called it the color blue.
All existing in a dynamic;
unique as the sound of several musicians playing the same symphony;
a small difference in each interpretation.
When the universe began,
it composed a symphony out of silence and numbers.
Man chose clouds as the sequence.
God chose light as the never-ending highway.
And love chose the sound of one breath completing the other.
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We chose the sound of winter in our dreams
while clover grew in ancient caves between the lava rocks;
waiting,
always waiting for the circle we called home.