you hear it beckoning
from faraway, but can hold
the sound closely, that beating
of the heart. The great distance
doesnt matter ,knowing deeply
in the chest, the feelings of the future,
the passage through the rocks.
On matters of deep importance
when survival be the crux
when lives lie delicate in the balance
always some light does shine the way,
a feeling of the substance
of the stuff that binds us so
when we look we see each other
we recognize the soul
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