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Quiet, in a crowd, speaking madly, smiling with a friend, hearing the rain, you feel it, in all things, the wave, the secreted pocket of tide, that preverbal original essence, the echo of your being-ness to itself, reflecting, calling in the bright water to the shore, just before you speak it. How far before the ripple curls back on itself and becomes? You know it as wind, the touch of your lash against your cheek and soothing, it reminds you of you, this consciousness, this awareness, ever growing expanded-ness that is your life. Thump your heart, pronouncing your name, your dream with real eyes (realize) the newness the abundance of it, the energy and the effect. Yourself as whole, all there is, all that need be. You’re it. The magic, the tide. Your heart beating.
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The MORE LOVE Club 