There is a space

between sand and stars

kept by those who wander 

beyond the limited realms 

of thought

and reason. 

Trust them to hold you

and begin your conversation 

of a language unfamiliar to the grappling mind. 

Dream with them 

far past pretence,

to the place where you are held only 

by the wild freedom of your expression. 

Bathe in belonging 

until your arrival in knowing

how moment is woven to memory - 

how beauty arises only to flicker and fade

in unending dances of divine play. 

Here, 

if listening

without seeking,

you may finally begin to know the depths 

of your own love. 

And in feeling futilely for its edges

find yourself shaken 

by a boundless nature revealing naked

the immensity of your exposure. 

Now in the birth of that knowing

pray!

Pray until you find your voice 

through tears of gratitude

for the family forged in the fire of those sunsets - 

a family whose bonds

will burn bright embers 

in the hearth of the soul

for lifetimes yet to come. 

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