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Togetherness
And yet— you and I live in the same world, as if God meant that. And yet, you are on your side and I on mine. And yet, I wonder if we once met each other. And yet, we could be enemies, filled with mutual hate and disgust! And yet, I wonder if you too have practiced tonglen? And yet, you know where my god dwells. we could be each other’s oasis, in a sandstorm in a desert. And yet, we do not know where we dwell. And yet, we have a way to learn. And yet, I know you are there. I can feel you. And yet, I wonder if you know of me. And yet, I have to believe you do, that somewhere you are there looking out and wondering about me. And yet, I know that when I’m ready to end my day, and you to begin yours, we face each other. And yet, we gaze upon the same star.
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