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Walking the path alone

If we be spirit and this form a vessel, affirming that we are boundless like vast space, thus resting thought flow, in our heart we nestle with pulsations of love, inpouring by grace. A rebel, a nerd, we follow not the herd, choosing to rest ego cravings untoward, knowing that if God is, He must be within the cave of our heart, so we go in therein.

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Date: 4/11/2024 6:02:00 AM
The train of thought in your poem was captivating and logical. Your poem left me both breathless and reassured. Sometimes, I'm challenged in knowing I'm not part of 'the herd.' But like your poem says, when discomfort arrives I go to the cave of my heart. Printing a copy of your poem and taping it to my desk. This is a fave for me.
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Date: 4/11/2024 9:21:00 AM
Oh my, my! I’m so delighted and overwhelmed by your kind comment, Sara dear and yet indeed, simply by inverting polarity, here, now, everywhere, is it not that boundaries disappear and our vision becomes spherical?

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