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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The woman steps out on the balcony of her high rise apartment and among the buildings and streets and stoplights witnesses a fulcrum, an edge. An edge, the edge, the intersection of beginnings and endings, The moment when crops are ripe for harvest. The edge calls to us and invites us to forsake what is known, The edge calls us to test the limits of our understanding, And step into an abyss of possibility, Sinking down into relaxed awareness of beauty, The edge awaits us. The edge, where race no longer matters and neither does popularity, The edge, where souls delight in the magic of music, The edge, where souls delight in the power of seasons to change and death to beget life, The edge is where we are neither disappointed at what we have not done or anxious that we will not continue in doing, The edge is where we can see a life, a leaf, a soul for what it is without a biased back story of prejudiced contrivance, The edge is where babies go when they are awakened in the womb, The edge is the horizon where sunrises and twilight take our breath to the height of admiration, For only God can make this atmosphere to shine just right as the sun and moon dance their dance of gratitude, The edge is what I wish for now and always, The woman steps out of her house in the mountains and among the stars hidden in sunshine and premature butterflies hidden in billowy leaves on trees she witnesses an edge, a fulcrum. Where divinity and gratitude explode in the praise of creativity and the worship of life anew. Edges, edges where comfortable platitudes have no voice and ignorant assumptions are ostracized, Come quickly edges, come quickly edges and embrace me.
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