I know of a place
Untapped by the masons’ pickaxe
Uncharted by the cartographer
I know a place
Trees safe from the lumberjack
Beasts uncaged by the zookeeper
I know a place
Reeds free from the musician’s knife
Clouds clear from the manufacturer
I know a place
Where they all turn to
Where personhood is left in abeyance
I know a place
Where time is infinite
Weaving yesterday into tomorrow
I know a place
Unseen, untouched, unheard of
A place that makes All One
- JS
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