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At first I only had questions,
and did not know where to find answers.
As I grew, I realized I was so busy with thoughts of my questions,
I left no room for the answers.
As I grew more, I learned that to find answers,
I needed to be quiet...quiet of my voice...quiet of my mental talk,
and then...I learned that I needed to understand my questions.
What was I really asking?
As I grew even more, the answers to the real questions would come.
As I grew even more...I opened up my heart.
I no longer knew the answers...I felt them.
P.R.Deremer
Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015
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