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Having limited soul’s light, why do we lament our plight, when in truth we’re always free, once unshackled from mind’s tree? Our heart knows God dwells inside, so as thoughts rise and subside, we witness both ebb and flow, vibrant, blissful and aglow.

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Date: 4/10/2024 6:11:00 AM
your poem itself ebbed and flowed. I sometimes don't understand why I (or anyone else for that matter) laments our plight when we've limited our soul's light. Seems cyclical and self destructive. Much to think about here.
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Date: 4/10/2024 9:50:00 AM
Thank you, Sara

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