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I have for the moment
a thought
beckoning me on again
towards a different awareness.
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inside the heart
I listen to the rain
and carry over the burden
of tears and pain
turning them into
Loving Kindness.
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Should I stop before the whispers
of truth become all that I know
I would not hear the
beckoning
calling me home!
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