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To tell me which hole it should fill, and that will be a small one. But there are nearly five billion of

Us on earth, and we all need the sky. Find your star and throw it up to heaven. You still have it,

don't you?

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Michael now has his own star - EMPYREAN DANCER

I You We

I said you had to do it. You said you didn't want to. We talked about it, and we agreed that maybe I

Could help.

I said you were wrong. You insisted you were right. We held each other's hand, and right and

Wrong disappeared.

I began crying. You began crying, too. We embraced, and between us grew a flower of peace.

How I love this mystery called We! Where does it come from, out of thin air? I thought about this

mystery, and I realized something: We must be love's favorite child, because until I reach out for

you, We is not even there. It arrives on the wings of tenderness: it speaks through our silent

Understanding. When I laugh at myself, it smiles. When I forgive you, it dances in jubilation.

So We is not a choice anymore, not if you and I want to grow with one another. We unites us,

Increases our strength; it picks up our burden when you and I are ready to let it fall. The truth is

that you and I would have given up long ago, but We won't let us. It is too wise. "Look into your

hearts," it says. "What do you see? Not you and I, but only We."

Innocence

It's easy to mistake being innocent for being simpleminded or naive. We all want to seem

sophisticated; we all want to seem street-smart. To be innocent is to be "out of it."

Yet there is a deep truth in innocence. A baby looks in his mother's eyes, and all he sees is love. As

Innocence fades away, more complicated things take its place. We think we need to outwit others

And scheme to get what we want. We begin to spend a lot of energy protecting ourselves. Then life

turns into a struggle. People have no choice but to be street-smart. How else can they survive?

When you get right down to it, survival means seeing things the way they really are and

responding. It means being open. And that's what innocence is. It's simple and trusting like a child,

Not judgmental and committed to one narrow point of view. If you are locked into a pattern of

Thinking and responding, your creativity gets blocked. You miss the freshness and magic of the

Moment. Learn to be innocent again, and that freshness never fades.

The Last Tear

Your words stabbed my heart, and I cried tears of pain. "Get out!" I shouted. "These are the last

tears I'll ever cry for you." So you left.

I waited hours, but you didn't return. That night by myself I cried tears of frustration.

I waited weeks, but you had nothing to say. Thinking of your voice, I cried tears of loneliness.