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Anamnesis
ANAMNESIS Early in the morning when the sun is just peeking beyond the clouds I have kept you alive in this life,tho you have traveled on. My morning meditation brings introspection of reflections while reading the pages of my past - visions of joy brings smiles to my spirit. I relish in the thoughts as I rendezvous cherished memories. my purpose in this life is tied to you,While lost in this fleeting daydream. Running throughout my recollection,are many faces faces,some smile some not smiling,glances of joy in just remembering the feelings. Remembering the love;I marinate in time.Holding on still,to these precious moments ,I feel Cherished with every visit. I too begin then to shine,early in the morning as love has imposed,it's well thinking memories of those dearly departed souls that visit me. Without memories; It would be like life played a cruel trick on me. So I hold on dearly,I keep still,and shine, beaming; For it is then -- when love has imposed on me it's own will. Meditating in the morning, when the sun peeks out over the clouds and summons me;Basking in my memories,I join in the memory of dear ones- gone before me Soaking up the warmth of the sun's glow-recreating that feeling of great joy; Joy that my ancestors have brought me in the past, re-lived so vividly just for this moment.
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