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Awakening to the Universe’s Song
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… Continue reading
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The First Page.
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… Continue reading
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Flow openly.
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… Continue reading
James Ballantyne 