community poems about the human experience
flickers with tiny particles of wisdom. And in our perception of what we think is real, lies...
..the truth that there is no seperation..
on this day of equal light and dark, we meld into the eternal space that lies between, to forever hold ourselves in that mirror of truth.
invites me within and sings of spaciousness
and the comforting familiarity of home. Enter now, friends, and see what...
...faces await you. Hear what stories remain untold. Witness...
..the unfolding, those who are listening. For this is the Time of the Remembering. All that we need to Know will make itSelf Known..
Aho.
flickers with tiny particles of wisdom. And in our perception of what we think is real, lies...
ReplyDelete..the truth that there is no seperation..
ReplyDeleteon this day of equal light and dark, we meld into the eternal space that lies between, to forever hold ourselves in that mirror of truth.
ReplyDeleteinvites me within and sings of spaciousness
ReplyDeleteand the comforting familiarity of home. Enter now, friends, and see what...
ReplyDelete...faces await you. Hear what stories remain untold. Witness...
ReplyDelete..the unfolding, those who are listening. For this is the Time of the Remembering. All that we need to Know will make itSelf Known..
ReplyDeleteAho.
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