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When I was a chid,

I couldn’t imagine where the world began,

or ended.

There was magic in a rainbow,

the friendliness of trees,

countless days to play, to dream,

until fear, shame, guilt, pain,

shadows cast, and the child was lost.

Was love ever here?

Did it begin? Did it end? Why can’t I remember when?

Did you miss me, child, were you lonely then?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Like string beads on wire,

a series of thoughts distract oneself from the present.

To the outer world, it may seem you are in a daydream,

but the wisdom of the heart,

in a fusion of warmth that brings to life one’s sleeping  soul,

finds itself in the depths of a wild wood of creativity and enlightenment,

and in the clear space of brilliance, science and love are the same thing,

brought together in the genius of God.