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This mask that we all use now
does not bother me /
I take it off easily.
There are others...that create social distance between all /
the material greed of some!

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This distance between… my bones and your skin, my skin and your bark, my bark and your feathers.

My feathers and your fur, my fur and your scales… we have never been so close.

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* as long as we don't allow it, there will be no distance,

you're just there, i'm just here *

Ria Breedveld , Netherlands

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But how do we not allow it?
When you're there and I'm here with worlds between us.

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Breathe into the distance... between my bones and your skin, my bark and your feathers, my fur and your scales.

Breathe into the space between two things.
And breathe space into that space you find
Defined
by the edges of you and the edges of me.
I find you at that edge,
Meet you there
at the border of Shared Space

Shared Space closing the distance

Breathe into the space
Claim more space

Play

and then

Find yourself there inside the space between.

I am there
You are there
We are just here.

Present and presencing
An unfolding moment.
....
What do you notice?
(Beyond the two lines described there)

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This distance between us has been painful
Missing your presence; spontaneous voice.
In creating and sharing you’re with me again
In a spiritual connectivity.

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The distance between my skin and bone is painful, inscribed, marked, flawed.

Freeing, soaring outside of my ‘self’, the eagle takes up the baton…

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But what is pain when you can soar?
Higher. Higher. Up and up, beyond everything you've ever known.

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thanks M
for stirring my words
for stirring me
from a dormant slumber
where flight into the spacebetween
has been put on hold
along with my otherworldwords
with the essence of me
no longer present
a mask so tight I could not see

Karen Wood @kbwoodnews

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Love to all.. Love to Art.
Rajesh Yadav, artist, muralist cultural AMBASSADOR INDIA (Asia)

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The swallowtail's wing scatters these words from West to East, left to right, you to me.

Conversations and connections cutting across continents, cast in concrete...

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Cross the distance fearlessly /
intense like a swift feline /
drag your past and soar like ocean waves /
cutting the air with your wings of fire!

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Delightful summertime. A hapless, wildfire dances. Despite the water. We've never been this far...

Distant festival. A humble, damp artist burns. While enjoying the muse. We've never been this close...

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The sun on my skin, the wind in your hair, the joy playing out on our faces.

Summers seat at the table always a welcome sight, bringing friends, family, lovers and enemies together to bask in this most glorious of seasons.

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As the heat intensifies, I am hapless, helpless and limp with fatigue, rare water freshens my bones along with the cracks in the soil.

Longing to bring family together, the season is drawn out, dry and full of anxiety, for this fire is burning and I can feel it from here.

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Down here, south of it all !

Cold winter.

It hardly rains

A couple of trees bloomed earlier.

Crowded trains /

Faces behind their masks /
some are emigrants.

Distant bodies; distant languages,

traveling to the same destination

witn one way-ticket to somewhere!

On the train platform /
silhouettes in long coats move under the moonlight

in the silence of their ordinary lives...

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Distant bodies, distant languages, distant thoughts, distant feelings. These narratives can become fact.

Let's not give distance body, space or narrative here. But, instead, let's raise up closeness, togetherness and grow together, be together differently.

You need to stay.

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This distance between… my thoughts and your words, my day and your night, my heat and your rain.

My skin and your touch, my breath and your air… we have never been so close.

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Yes, we need to stay closer than ever.
I hear, a haunting melody fluttering

in the air /
to liberate the oppressed, covered, latticed faces of women in some places of the planet.
They are not alone.There are many voices ready to lift the sand in wirlwinds / until hear each one of them laugh from afar.
There is no distance between us...if we raise our voices now!