Join the perfection at hand
flawless by the plan
uncontaminated by man
pure in every design
It's the one who hung the moon
who sprinkled the stars
in a midnight sky
the one who arranged it all
Join the vibrations at hand
the struming voice of life
taking the place laid out
claiming the destiny outlined.
This book has been eight years in the making. It is mostly a jumble of thoughts written down in old spiral notebooks and hidden in the bottom drawer underneath various manuals for software packages and hardware long since turned obsolete.
My memories as an immigrant professional woman in Ottawa, Canada 47 years ago. A new life after having survived the liberal war of a new country Bangladesh on December 16, 1971.
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