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I recall one summer morning while visiting close friends, I rose early and walked into the bamboo garden to watch the sunrise and feed the mosquitoes for a couple hours. Not ascetically, but gladly and compassionately. Loving life on its own terms was a very enlightening experience. If asked now about the Nature of God my scripture would be a traditional creative verse:

 

... up high in the saddle I belong ...

... wild where the horse and the cattle'll roam ...

... when the skies and the prairie are steeped in the glowan ...

... and the wind blows us all along ... like the tumbling tumbleweeds ...

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