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Finding Your Temple
In strange dream-lands
Perhaps on far, far away shores
Does stand the rim of Beyond Understanding.
A temple to higher thoughts, and subtle visions
Of more-to-comes and there-afters waiting
Holding futures bright, out from foggy mists.
Here, here is where your next place dwells
Land ye steady, fear not feeling... being alone
For there is no such thing, always is... company.
Sing you here then, your song, bright eyes
And listen ye to what you hear
The Beyond has always held your partner’s voice.
Copyright ©
Brian Rusch
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