I Think, when we are empty, of all reason, all purpose, and all possibility...when we are still and silently ended to the yearnings of this world, then we begin to see, begin to hear, the symphony...the dead enjoy, and lay in peace...to listen.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Best of The Grateful Dead,google pic
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