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Of my muse
The muse of my heart
lives in the skies
the muse of my heart
was seen in their eyes
all of them reflecting me
in the eyes of the Great Mystery
The muse of my heart
lives in the skies
the muse of my heart
was seen in their eyes
all of them reflecting me
in the eyes of the Great Mystery
i am what i am
what a paradox that unravels
the poets write
the hikers climb
the rockers rock
the singers sing
the workers work
but they cannot put their fingers upon
the great, ineffible
holy one
Right?
I tried to put my finger on it, but it went straight through.
Enjoyed your words here. :)
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