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like a falling feather i drift without direction yet somehow, i always land in a moment of perfection while i sit here with my eyes closed tight i consider myself so blessed i wish i could make the world understand this place of silent rest my eyes are open now but still i do not look where i am told to find the way that place, that gift, that nook one thing i can say i've learned is how to give it up to not concern myself with what i cannot change i have to leave it be it's much too big for me i hand it over to my true lover and sing myself to sleep.