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My third book of poetry.
Sometimes I just can't see, yet somehow I find words, and if someone understood them, they'd look around and wonder where I led them. And I couldn't say. I couldn't say.
-October
Listen, in the peace of nonpursual. Words you never heard, a voice you forgot, present themselves. Let it permeate your life.