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Friday, November 30, 2007

The Breast of God.

Waiting, waiting, waiting. Delaying, delaying, delaying, what is already here.
Drowning in water,and crying thirsty.
We are kings, but behave like beggars.
We cry so loud that it makes the voice of the great silence inaudible.
Anxious for pacifiers we don't even perceive that the milkiest breast of God is stuffed in our mouth.

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