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Crumbs of The Mind
The Way Home
He asked me of the meaning
of love and of life
And received naught but a smile
and a gentle touch in return
And through a language
not quite human
The unimportant fell away
and at once he saw the center
Core and entirety of the universe
infinitely small, infinitely large
And realized that it was just there
that we had stood before
And there that we had called
the refuge and warmth of home
In those times we had not departed
to run some silly little errands
And gotten lost along the way.
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