This is no ordinary story
it is as small as making dinner
as large as running for president
it is as small as these marks on a page
as large as music that fills the spheres
it is as small as a cup of tea
as large as the sun on the mountains
We do not live in ordinary ways
We are minute and gigantic at the same time
in the same moment
Follow the breath
It is the wind of the world
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