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Snow.
Made of Snowflakes.
Snowflakes.
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Everyone comments: “Every snowflake’s different.”
It’s a cliché.
However amazing that may be,
Amazing still is every snowflake’s sixfold symmetry.
“What’s so special about that,” you say.
How does the three millionth molecule out near northeast
Know what the three millionth molecule out near southwest
Is doing?
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I’ve a story to explain:
Once upon a time,
Everything was One.
If truth be told,
It was a boring too much One of Oneness.
So,
As matter is wont,
We Big-Banged Ourselves into this far-flung Universe:
A multi-colored,
Multi-facetted
Extravaganza of galaxies.
And yet,
We (not just you and me)
We (meaning all of existence)
Seek that underlying, undying,
Unification.
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Hence,
The mystery of gravity.
(Why else would everything
In the universe be attracted to everything else?)
In between the ting and tang of bells;
In between the yin and yang of all;
In between the sweetness of the notes of song;
In between this moment and the
Next…
In all those in-betweens we glimpse:
Reality.
Universality.
We are all One.
And always shall be.
So quell your fears of Worst.
Slake your thirst.
Let the snowflakes,
Fall, fall, and melt upon your tongue.
Wars? Scars?
Hate? Fear?
What chance do they have
In the longest run of all who run?
Division is but the ignorance of too few years
Brewed into flat, stale, tasteless beers.
Routed and touted as though it were a fine wine
Touched by Heaven’s Gate – a touch divine.
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The Mad King shatters all of US
And all the US of US
He throws each one of us
Under his failing falling galling bus.
The roads all darken with the dirt and blood and salt.
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“It’s not my fault! It’s all your fault!
And you and you and you and you — you all must lose.
And I will lie and check and slay all day.
I sing the electric assault.
I sing it’s time to kill my foes.
I sing it’s time to burn the world!”
And all the while, each snowflake shows,
Each flag unfurled,
Each insult hurled,
Turns the earth a greener hue;
Turns the air a cleaner blue.
In the stillness and the in between,
We now begin to see
That we are we.
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Bound thus together by our common scenes
And bound together by our common genes
We reject the clown’s inept inanity.
We see so clearly now that we are one humanity.
And all the screaming, scheming, double-dealing
Gets rightfully confined to back ward dreaming.
All across the world, humanity is teaming.
This is one large, deadly test
To see if we could see
That we are we is manifest
For all humanity.
Let snow abound.
Our unity is found.
We very nearly drowned.
Our feet at last are touching ground.
Our voice: at last a singing sound.
Prometheus at last unbound!
Our truth at last is found!
Our world is very clearly round!
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Index to Pattern Language for Cooperation
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