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I stop and listen I stop and observe I return back and stop again, and again I count I measure I breathe in and I breathe out AND I sing like Walt and Kabir and Lorca I experience the place itSelf this, this drug of song and dance and colour I touch and feel and enJOY and get wet and get dirty and get cold and hot and hurt and healed sun-cloud-water exposed STOP, OBSERVE, EXPERIENCE. Did I say this? And when the place speaks, And I hear the Voice MAKE to Make a mark to Respond a response arising from the place itSelf I-Thou, the Other Listening I can no longer make maps These are given to me, Gifts that saved my life.

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