Crawling.
Not yet walking.
Eyes half open,
waiting for a wide open view, to become.
Forgiving ourselves for not yet living the wholeness.
The oneness of being one large family,
cousins, sisters, brothers, fathers, mothers galore
on every shore, hillside, town, city.
All is one, we know it.
Hear it in the winds.
See it on horizons.
Want to be it.
See it unfold.
Crawling, not yet walking.
Eyes half open,
waiting for a wide open view to become,
the oneness of being.
Crawling
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