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In that space where we meet
In the temple of the heart,
You and all my spiritual ancestors
In that circle of light we sit.
In this weary physical form
A myriad points of scintillating light surround me
Nourishing and healing.
How gracious, how generous
Yet am I willing to receive your gifts?
My mind says there is so much to do
To earn your love.
Don’t you know who you are?
Here are your friends, your family
You are one of us.
You who think you are alone
Are watched over and cherished.
To this meeting place
So you remember.