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in the Smithsonian

 

What do I mean when I say

‘The people use it every day

But know not of its existence’?  

When a child feels a grandmother’s love,

And offers it to a little pup;

When the volunteers clean the beach,

When they vote for the politician whose truth they seek,

When the lovers exchange gifts,

When an artist colors a mountain peak,

When the dancers twirl up on a stage,

Who guided them from an early age?

What energy lives within the heart,

That feels so right from the very start?

Some call it love, others faith,

Some wisdom, some Tao, some call it fate.

The hand that framed the tiger’s symmetry,

The architect of all that be,

This is what I mean when I say

The people use it every day,

But are not aware of its existence..

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