Wherever I go
Wherever I roam
Wherever I am
Is always my home
Whoever I meet
Whoever I see
Whoever I greet
Is still always me
Whatever I say
Whatever I hear
Whatever is present
Is music to my ear
One home, one heart, one voice
Wherever, whoever, whatever
Be still with what is
One always has choice
.. . . In which a pig piñata project becomes a metaphor for life. If pigs could fly, it would be like a pigger pointing at the moon. This is not a place to collect sign posts. The pig as us!
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