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by Dorothy Walters

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When some put on robes
and others bow down before them,
it is already lost.

When some speak endlessly,
while others sit wide-mouthed
writing in notebooks,
it is not present.

When groups begin to look all alike,
and comb their hair the same way
and can be found doing identical things
at a certain hour,
nothing is happening.

-- from Marrow of Flame : Poems of the Spiritual Journey, by Dorothy Walters

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