poetry
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Sensing the flow, Like the pen in my hand, The flow keeps going. It’s about to emerge. It’s about to explode. It’s about to flourish. It’s about to be set free. It’s about to flow life To flow the energy of love. It’s about to wash clean. The free flow Open hearted life You are…
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As I stood here I didn’t notice the cars Or the take away shop beaming purple Or the shadowed arc of the bridge But the light As I stood there In that moment In that one exact time A million combinations of light flooded my eyes Every one unique And I pressed the shutter Awed…
James Ballantyne 