
Awaken to possibility
You are the one
And the many
Called by 108 names
Rare is the roar that echoes
Filling the canyon with sound
Leaving the towering naked walls shiny
As rough worn surfaces
Steaked by the elements of eons
call back—remember
Remember
You are as old as I
And as young as this spark of a moment
Hear the sound
Float in the sound
Be the sound
As the world shatters
Only for the puzzle pieces
To assemble in a new configuration
Nothing is lost
No thing lost
Wrapped in a blanket
of pure white snow
Illuminated under
the brilliant blue sky
Turn inward
As the roar echoes off the womb of
the canyon walls
Depositing you in possibility
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