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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I believe I am born again... There is nothing extraordinary, just an uncle's old ramshackle house with the only difference being it is on an island in the middle of a lake where I camped and fished as a boy It is a small lake, full of brim and bass The island is very tiny... A usual gathering of friends and family Normal everyday conversation A cousin gets up for a drink and a snack (Yes, yes of course he does!) People talking and joking in the kitchen Not important the general subject or even who they are; it does not apply I am there strictly to listen and observe with senses amplified ad-infinity... Flash. I am outside I notice colors, shapes and sounds thousands of times more vivid and sharp though numbers no longer exist because there is nothing to count or measure; no clocks ticking to keep time because there is no time to keep No future, no past, only the Now Only the perfect and eternal Present... Flash. I am on the opposite bank Fish hover, dart and fly in crystal waters yet it is not water and they are not fish Birds that are not birds swim in rippled air The earth I stand on is no longer earth nor is anything or anyone else because nothing has a name... Flash. It seems good and evil and all in between are no more because there is no thought or opinion Every action, movement, voice and word makes pure and absolute sense and my immortal mind simply sucks it all in but is never filled... Isaiah is this the prophecy Is this a glimpse of that realm; that realm where the wolf dwells with the lamb where the child plays at the pit of the viper The child, the child....who is that child that little child who shall lead them? That chosen child, is this that child that child of... Oh Isaiah, Isaiah I believe I am born again *Revelation Chapter 20, Isaiah Chapter 11: 6-9
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