Sometimes just a slant of light
An essence on the breeze
Can make you feel what freedom is,
But freedom’s not those things.
Love can be a bit like that,
A look, a thought, a dream
That points toward something so much more
Than what it really is.
Attention is what builds a bridge
Between this world and that.
A tension on the ropes that keeps
An even space between the slats.
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