my knees are bent for you
my skin is quiet
I shed drops of Witnessing
into the waiting of your hands
the shadows have ascended
silver rays reflected
your world is becoming
it is in all the voices
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my knees are bent for you
my skin is quiet
I shed drops of Witnessing
into the waiting of your hands
the shadows have ascended
silver rays reflected
your world is becoming
it is in all the voices
TEST
No system adapts to the changing: it can adapt only to what is constant.