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Response
Thèse words like soft warmth of Mother Earth
Part heavy fog upon a cold still lake
That is our world
With graceful pause
In silent instant
Give focus
For all to see

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Take the sound
  before the word
The wing’s intent
  before the bird

And if you’re empty,
  let it be
The sacred form
  of clarity

She asks for nothing,
  gives the All
Where rise and fall
  are just Her call.