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I am, quite simply:
T R E E

Pray; meditate; be aware; stay awake; bow; practice yoga; feel; chant and sing; breathe and smile; relax; enjoy; laugh; play; create; envision; let go; forgive; accept; walk; exercise; move; work; serve; contribute; listen; learn; enquire; consider; reflect; cultivate oneself; enhance competencies; cultivate contentment; cultivate flexibilty; cultivate friendship and collaboration; lighten up; celebrate and appreciate; dream; give thanks; evolve; love; share; give; recieve; walk softly; live gently; expand; radiate; dissolve; simplify; surrender; trust; be born anew.

The rain had started tapping, on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming, so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide, and already open; Just my nightstand and my dresser, where those nightmares had just been.

So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets. But everything seemed different, completely new to me; the sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body. And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.

And I came upon a doctor, who appeared in quite poor health. I said, "There's nothing I can do for you you can't do for yourself." He said, "Oh, yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that that would help." So I sat with him a while, and I asked him how he felt.

He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact I'm sure of it. Thank you stranger, for your theraputic smile."

So that's how I learned the lesson, that everyone's alone. And your eyes must do some raining, if you're ever gonna grow. When crying don't help, you can't compose yourself, it's best to compose a poem; An honest verse of longing, or a simple song of hope.

That's why I'm singing, baby, don't worry, because now I've got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try to make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we'll wait for it to pass. And I will keep you company, through those days so long and black.

We'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve, of love's uneven remainders; Our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain within a frame, like a painting on a wall.. then I think we'd see the beauty then, and stand staring in awe..

At our still lives posed, like a bowl of oranges. Like a story told, by the fault lines and the soil.

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