Where are the words,
the ones I can often reach out
and pull close enough to inhale
and breathe out of my finger tips?
Answer
At a place in being,
from which my heart gives up her truth,
a way away from the dizziness of dailiness,
a place that is dailiness beneath the cloak
of what appears to be mundane,
until I have occasion to look back
and perceive the intricate designs
a Master Hand has fashioned through my life.


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Comments
It's a ancient/modern notion ` Our Humanity.
We are only to be humans who are `Woven.
Human Bodies are miraculously `Connected.
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We Inter Are
One of Another
Miraculous Form
Mystery Guides
Amazing Post
None Pure
No Perfect
I go Wow
Thanks
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