What does it mean to be alone
What does it mean to be crowded
Is the essence of others needed, or is our soul enough for one
Perhaps a mixture of both,
but what is the receipe?
A cup of get-togethers
Ten dashes of lone walks
Five spoonfuls of quiet conversations
Three ounces of reading
A container of mediation
Fifty dollops of dancing in the shower
A handful of weddings
Twenty jugfuls of cuddling
How much quiet is too much quiet?
How much noise is too much noise?
Is there a perfect sound?, or are we jumping from debicle to debacle
Is it the whisper of a breezy beach yoga morning
Or the roar of cars down a highway
The quiet of an empty house
or the bass of a rave concert
The singing of the church choir
Or the huffs and sighs from your pet
The laughter of a game night
The sqeals of an excited child
How can you be alone?
How can you be surrounded?
How can your embrace it all, and release the feelings it brings
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