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Jan 2011
Thy name be air
thy face be sky
I reach to apprehend the unfathomable
content simply to have vague ideas of you
Indeed, in the world of mirrors
trick and illusion are the mothers' arms

To be free, to let go to heavenly air
relinquishing all thought to be known
in this way,
we are reborn to truth
Joe M. 01/26/11
Joseph Martinez
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Joseph Martinez  Detroit
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