i chant the names of my children and my children's children not so much a beget of ancestry a litany of love even more an opening to a Universe made of music where there is only one choir all of us angels today i am mostly silent listening the symphony beyond my song i chime in an occasional note of harmony transforming from this disquise of mortality into divine reality a cosmic longing rests always in the recesses of my existence telling me of so much more so much better than this grim television show where everybody dies and i am left to mourn believing the insanity of humanity except now listening i know i see with the one eye the one mind the one love
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