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Spirit Whispers

i walk through life whispering to myself or this spirit as i go it's how i see things what i believe my view of reality this running dialogue of truth and illusion i don't know what i meet people they say things tell me what they see i hear distant sounds words from noble minds others before me ones around me what is me then there's the earth or a deity maybe a fate can i touch it but is it me 11/10/20

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Susan Ashley

Date: 11/11/2020 6:51:00 AM

Dear Greg, your deep rich introspection encompasses both the ethereal and the material and blends them so beautifully. As we are made of the elements of Earth with binds our bodies to Her nature, so we are made up of the Divine which binds our spirits to His higher realm. Your exceptional introspection has become mine this morning and I thank you for sharing for impressive poetry with me. Warmest wishes my friend.. ~Susan

Greg Gaul
Date: 11/11/2020 6:26:00 PM

You touch me.

Susan Ashley
Date: 11/11/2020 5:24:00 PM

Ah, but your verses are truly beautiful, Greg. We come together as one soul touches another. Your soulful poetry touches mine... I agree with you, intolerance is the foe and we do have more in common than many think. Your reply is enlightening and appreciated, my friend. Namaste, dear poet.

Greg Gaul
Date: 11/11/2020 3:50:00 PM

Susan your notice is most appreciated. This composite narrative is a tribute to my many poet friends who are mostly Christians. Though my own beliefs lie in a Pantheist/Buddhist philosophy, I recognize the questions of an existential nature that we ask ourselves are virtually the same. Intolerance is the foe, we have more in common than many think. I am in awe of your beautiful verses, were mine better, these differences would surely diminish. Namaste dear poetess.