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out of this singing silence
that lives the wondrous
now
that animates uncountable versions of
this
and is never elsewhere than right
here
a fresh, yet everlastingly familiar
Lifedrop
forms
it is not a person
not an entity or an individual
yet all of these and all else as well
its quality is alive spaciousness:
it is this unborn I
~
echoes from emptiness 
Pure poetry. Pure vision.
A deep bow to you Alberto. ~ miriam
Pure Singing Silence… Beautiful as always, touching this Heart.
And another deep bow to my dear friend Christine 🙂 ~m