Zoom out
from the pointless hollow.
For once, look
at the larger curve of the sky,
down to the tiniest crumb of earth.
We are all caught up
in a weave of lines.
Does your endeavor
make the difference?
Why do I worry about
strict shapes on the ground?
Spaces have a meaning,
only when they spread joy.
Let your's, become a story.
The urge of choosing what I do,
was to find happiness
from the love of doing;
Of finding love
from the happiness extended,
and then back
to the starting point
of all creation ---
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