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"I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat"
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Spiritual Journey Fire in our eyes, breath in our lungs
Easily it will come, easily gone.
Center of our existence
An attractive gravity
Forever solid
An adopted heritage
Desired,
Yet muddled and set aside
Nothing can suffice for it.
It whispers
Wind flows through the grass
And through the trees
It calls
A snow-melt shiver, comprehension
A different way to see, the dawn
It sings
Giving form, never breaking time
Holding all intact
