I would you awe…
Not the tiny, nor small,
Nor restless profane,
Not the mundane that soul saps
The spirit to blister and crack in sorrow.
I would your eyes rise from that endless void
That levels the heights even as it fills the valleys.
If there be exaltation,
If there be wonder,
If there be yearnings that spring from our souls,
Let them be sublime in their seeking,
Believe in their knowing,
Secure in their journey
And awash in their wonder
Till heaven and earth are one…
BALANCE THE TRIANGLE LABS 
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