I hear the echoes

Of my ancestors,

In the quiet spaces

Between the noise.

 

The space between things,

Holds treasure,

Elusive,

As a rainbow’s.

 

Into the space,

We must go,

Here we will find,

All there is to know.

 

 

 

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