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Space makes no sound,

and yet, if we give ourselves

to the sky on a clear night

we can see the meaning of

respect in the diversity

of the planets, stars, and

bits of shooting pieces of

light, as they pass

by each other in the night,

dancing through other worlds,

creating, embracing the all,

to find new places...spaces to

dwell and contribute their

bits of the magnificence

to the universe and the

story of life. Their committment

runs deep into time, and affects

us in such a splendidly cohesive

fashion that we are unaware

it is touching and molding

our planet, our lives and

very souls in a ways we

many times turn shy from...

run from in fear, or raise a

sword to conquer. We can

meet the universe as we

choose. We can touch the stars...

or we can welcome the stardust

as part of who we are, and learn 

the respect they long

for our hearts to touch,

grow outwardly into, and

expand as one with

their essence...space to

love...respect.

..."if we give ourselves

to the sky...".

We can have everything

we think we need,

and never start

the journey.

8:44 PM 4/16/2013
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