There are thousands of rooms.
Yet here we are in this room.
Shall we create laws to obey.
Give out ID badges.
Set lines on the ground where we can
and can not go.
Or shall we dance in every square inch of this room.
Sing until the sound pushes out the walls.
Until there are no walls.
Spend our lives exploring, Dancing, singing,
breathing
being still,
so still ………
we hear the walk of turtles
as we sit on a log by the river.
A shadow passes across my leg
as the wind moves a cloud.
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