Your house is fully open
No walls to interfere
With the sweeping winds of change
And the storm of ideas you found
Here - so long ago.
Now your roof is the endless
Sky of changing colors
Filtered by the breath of trees
And the secret language of birds
Who love to gather
By your door and sing
You to wakefulness.
So fitting now
Where we gather at your
Invitation
To receive the blessing of
Your words
Palpable as the trees
In this sacred place.
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