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the cresting wave
. . . We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me. Virginia Woolf . . . AROHO rides a cresting wave. The embodiment of our anthem’s vision—to paint a new world where our room is the...
We have always known each other. Our cells breathe the same song. Our kin is paper, canvas, cloth. The light that surrounds our bodies is the first light of morning.
Susan Roney-O’Brien
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The Q: How do we move from oneself to oneness?
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