A small circle
of new people
on brown leather couches
I lead them to
a situation of joy
of nourishment
The circle gets wider
in between us
are acres of land
covered with fresh snow
We are hold by space
the world fits in our circle
With eyes open close together
around a candle
new to each other
With eyes closed
long familiar
floating in spaciousness
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