The Hidden One
You, who is our Sanctuary
I love life. I believe in it. Everything in me believes in it. We rustle like bushes in which a great wind is stirring, and we must let it happen to us. I love the hidden one, the unseen laws which ripen us in the wrestling.
I have an irrepressible nostalgia for the unseen. I love that which is hidden, omnipresent, and invisible. So much so, I find our e…
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