There is so much around concentration, forests of attitude and moats of thought, walls made of other stones, each a way of being that prevent one-pointed concentration. Tonight I treat them all the same, as one, as other than touching and somehow I am over them, one with my little spell. I have a base to watch where I am, how close to concentration, and how far away.
Love enters from the only place she can, the present moment, and right here. She turns every compass point back to center as she sits down near.
Love enters from the only place she can, the present moment, and right here. She turns every compass point back to center as she sits down near.
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