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my favorite occupation
has been that of
listening to silence
to give shapes
to music singing
with my hands
on top of the colors
that lay already there
to tiptoe in-love
slowing down
my responses
to evade darkness
into the beauty held
inside as the harmony
viable all around
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annamosca 
So beautiful!
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Thank you Nicodemas, your hearth may be singing too to recognize the tune!
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Yes!
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very serene. thank you for writing!
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You are welcome, thank you for your feedback!
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Meaningful, Anna. By linguistically expressing “meaningful” I mean the “spot” where our thoughts, emotions, and feelings “die”, and we transform to a silent observer of the reality we create via our nervous systems. It is the process that is “dark”/”invisible” to our intellect. It is the moment when the hand automatically writes without the brain knowing what the hand does. It is our participation in the universe at the highest level of consciousness our union of body and spirit can generate at the moment. Warmest regards 🙂
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Yeah Alina 🙂 that moment is a precious one! Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Yes, it is precious, Anna. Sometimes I am not sure whether is is elusive or illusive 🙂
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Your words have a very nice flow and ebb. Their deeper meaning may escape me, but I like they read out loud. Thanks for sharing.
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You are so very welcome! I’m glad you like them and grateful for your comment. They do have a nice life of their own when read out loud, so keep on doing it!
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