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A soupster since 2020

in the timeless past, one day my heart stirred wishing to know truth of the universe head melded with heart, with silence concurred birthing a verse without need to rehearse pulse of God is single, words are dual so the symbols weaved were for me alone yet since divine magnetism was the fuel music of the spheres, mind needed to hone be it chance or fate, I joined poetry soup where members made music, as of soul’s rhythm for me it was a coup, to join this group to contour waves felt in a structured algorithm lost in a maze of forms, I first felt like a fool but help was at hand and friendly criticism too though I burnt as I learnt, it was like being back to school so each day my muse refreshes itself here anew just as waves of the ocean flow together and leaves on trees sway gently in wafting breeze each souper views the other as his or her soul brother plucking inspirations from the void, heart chooses to seize

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