Like a bird landing on the end of a stick.
We too should tread carefully my friend.
Together as we walk toward the eternal Hutt and knock on the door (of oneness).
To govern our own affairs with wisdom.
Oh how we yearn to sit at the round table
And be made a member of the universal club.
Laughing, crying, at the audacity and beauty of realisation.
As we slowly seep into the joy of being.
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