by Natica Angilly

Each of us as a living poem,
lives our gifts in this same universe,
the shared universe — the one that
we all call home.

Each life pulse, give a beat, wakes our
designs to take shape, sculpting
our perfect place. This place where
each of us claims a space —
and time as our own.

We take the challenge of our
significance and try history to
make our difference. Rhythms are
offered to move our circle. We dance.
We warm up our band to orchestrate,
reach out, give us a hand,
and hold together in the same mystery.

In this gift of a universe we all
call our own, we are dancing together
and never alone.

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