Born as true nature
We forget and fall
Under the spell
Of our dualistic persona
Hypnotized, we search for meaning,
Actually searching for what we lost
And then, through grace,
In a fleeting moment
Or as a sudden or gradual realization
We remember
And then we forget
And remember
And forget
And remember
Again and again and again
Friend, we are God’s dance,
This is the dance of remembering
And we are great dancers.
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