The Path Unfolds.
Winter wakes. We are still beloved.
Stone by stone, brick by brick, limb by limb.
Do I describe a burden borne, or the materials of a home?
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The table takes shape.
Drawers fitted, joints aligned, grain matched with care.
No part unseen. The underside is finished too.
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Walking the lakeside, calling to my fellows, who will follow?
Let us build and bear burdens together.
Consider:
Where can I be of quiet service?
Words to Carry:
“The quieter you become, the more you can hear.” — Ram Dass, 1971