Our Work is a labor of love -
it hasn't gain or profit for a spearhead;
it goes back to gratitude
so deep it's timeless, bottomless . . .
Whether one is fed or another is fed -
it doesn't matter anymore.
We work because we see no separation,
not because we do:
but work we must, for it's all we know.
Our Work is a labor of love -
when the "workers" have dissolved
into the fruit of that labor,
this Work will return to the realm of Ideas . . .
Love only is real.
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