Say matter started with a word, or a deed. The word is intimately connected with what it created. It's a river rushing, a brook bubbling until flood. It's an ocean deep. It an expanse of the sky long. It's eternally wide. An energy of grace, and yet found in the silence. Gentle in heart. Mindful of the oppressed. Seeking to join all together, and than to expand all into itself. Into the arms of love, so that it can be both the propelling force and the destination. To bring all into itself, so that all can feel its fullness. And for a moment, time and space don't matter, and all is ok.
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