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 when you sit in silence.

the ring of a phone may sound like a roar

still the voice on the machine is sweet nothing more

you hear angel wings flutter near your ears somewhere

the caller is a friend who knows you’ve called Spirit there

be aware the day is different when you pause to meditate

brain energy is transformed even if you don’t levitate

you’ll hear at the heart of it All a holy hum

still you know a trash truck could come