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Aug 2017
Every moment of hesitation
Every moment of non-realization
Is a grain of liberation sand
Falling through my hand
Every grasp that I make
With every breath that I take
Is a grain of liberation sand
Falling through my hand
I can mount taking
and giving on the breath
so I can mount liberation
also on my breath
Sean Hunt
Written by
Sean Hunt  Windermere, Cumbria
(Windermere, Cumbria)   
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