At jagged rock teeth
the ground reached up to the sky,
and the sky reached back.
How does it work?
As is yours!
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Stone forms eternal, Shaped from earth and carved by wind, Eventually crumble.
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wake up! Wake up from your everyday life. Wake up from your mundane existence. We have to remember who we are. Remember who you… really… are. we don’t know how we are made. We really don’t. But we do know where we come from. At least we can if we can… wake up and remember.
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