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Verse for Meditative Movement

Just as the tree does not end At the edge of her roots and branches—

Just as the bird does not end At her feathers or with her winged flight--

Just as the earth does not end At her highest mountains:

So I do not end At my arm, At my foot, At my skin,

But rather reach ceaselessly outwards Into Space and Time—

And all Time, Including my voice And my thoughts Longs for the infinite,

For my soul lives in the infinite, In the never-ending universe of stars.

(This verse is attributed to the people of the Cherokee nation.)

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