What would you ask if you
had the chance? Would you
trade that asking for what opens
on the top of a hill when no one’s
looking and the clouds give up and
the light makes you and I remember
all that we were born with?
What would you have if you
could have anything? Would you
give that away to feel the peace
drifting in the center?
What would you say to those
yet to come? Would you say, “I
don’t know” and be the earth in
which they plant what will
feed the souls not yet born?
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