the universe is poetry, and we who are humans find poetry demanding, and difficult to process and understand.
we feign ignorance, pretend to be asleep, because we are hiding...we are running [away]...we are addicting to drugs or drama.
we are anxious that we will be found, will be discovered, will be judged harshly
OR will be re-awakened and be reminded
AND will remember who we are:
magicians in a world of magic,
each of us with wands, casting spells and uttering oaths
and waking up princesses and princes from deep sleeps
to remember who they are:
prophets, shamans, teachers, poets,
so that they---we---may understand the universe,
which is poetry.
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