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Hidden from sight, The bird shared its song. Melody of wonderment, Melody of presence, Delight sharing in Sound alone. I couldnt see (the bird) It was only heard. Presence hidden, Shrouded, Behind the greenery of a summer filled tree Hiding itself, Came natures voice. I wanted to see, I wanted to know What is your…
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On a brand new page Of a brand new journal On a brand new day, at 6am this morning…. This arrived…. A new Journal A new Day Sun shining through the windows I am. I am many things…but I also just am. Here. Now. Sitting in the gap before The beginning The gap before The…
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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…
James Ballantyne 