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My body is dancing
To allow me to become awake
To another world
What makes difference in what ever stays the same?
My body is crying
For morning light
In everything, in every heart
What light makes all eyes turn wide open?
My body is wandering
In rivers that never reach their ends
When it is simply circular,
Where do waves return to?
My body is opening
To a secret that we know
That we don't know how to talk about
Can you have mercy for all that we don't know?
My body is becoming
All that I experience
You are all that I am
How does it feel to be a walking mountain?
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