This dwelling I built intentionally Composed in peace midst chaos Flowers bloom at my doorstep And yet, I still do not know who I am.
Inside form without form Dancing wildly To a song sung by no-one And yet, sometimes I refuse to listen.
On a full moon night I dare not open my eyes Or listen to the still small voice And yet, I do; smiling.
The space between seasons Is where we dwell As we are – The space between seasons.
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