It’s High Holidays now
Between us, fate intervened
That’s an ideal Religion
It’s love of course, with friendship
I’ll blow the Ram’s horn
And you can tell me it’s Spring
Emotions for close combat
And this army of happiness
Machines are really missing out
No hiding back in function and task
It’s High Holidays here
Asleep in our spiritual biology
But not alone, there’s no duty in love
It’s all service for one cause
And Beloved mystery for the same
Unity of eternal heart burning red
And the words here are never bitter
Jerusalem is where the heart is.
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1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/In-the-fall-481647459
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Wuji Seshat 