Written by: Albert van Veenendaal
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Dear Friends
There is no beginning, there is no end.
Life is a continuous flow of experience,
touching, overlapping, we stretch, we bend.
Life is a dance, it is the dancer and we are danced.
There are no boundaries just lines in the sand,
easily wiped out with our feet or hands, our bodies,
the sound that we are making, painting, the images
the space between the words.
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There’s nothing
to wait for, we are here now now-here no-where to go,
to be
who I am I am.
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Life is what we are. Right now, is what we share
in sacred union, right here, it’s us and them and more than us.
It’s bigger than nothing.
It’s breath.
It’s breathing.
It’s moving.
It’s movement.
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I am moved.
I am grateful.
I am a lucky traveller.
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The world appears silently with every step I surrender to
to be carried, supported, loved.
There is only love,
there is only love manifest
in purity and any disguise.
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Love pretending to be a rock star, love pretending to be pain,
pretending to be a student, a teacher, a good person, a villain,
love pretending to have a history, love pretending to be in love, to hate, to doubt.
When we lift the curtain, even for the shortest, timeless moment,
when we turn the stone, close the door of the thought factory behind us,
We only find Love.
The love that binds.
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Life is what we are. Right now.
It is what we share
if we dare.