soul
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Therapy and Walks. Thats basically what I was doing for about 2 months, late 2023. And writing at weekends, using coloured pens and writing out the tiny starting shoots of a story, in the safe space of the bookstore coffee shop. Writing a book in a place of books and words, and in the place…
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I got to the Coffee shop After a walk that included more work chat. Sitting down. I Open the blank lined page Green tea poured. Red pen chosen. Ready. Tired. But ready, The page. Blank. Inviting. Alive with possibility. Daunting with expectancy. Weary limbs picking up the pen. Mind unsure. Facing the unknowingness of what…
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Come take a walk with me, Walk through my suffering, Walk through my quiet silencing, Walk with me, and share my story Walk with me, so I get to talk too Hand in hand, Soul by Soul. Come take a walk with me Walk with me as I show my workings, Walk with me as…
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I’ve read too many words, To be able to say something new, Or something original. Yet what I can do, Is continue, The soul language, From the dawning of time. That radiates through, All of life, And All of words. The divine thread, To continue it’s invisible presence, From all the souls before me, To…
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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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The thread you cannot see, Is holding you all the same. Shrouded. Intimate. Reverent. Sacred. There. But not there. Until. You make yourself open, To know it. Yet. It is there. Is. There. Requires Your Breaking. Melts you in Being. There always, constant Loves pure thread. Goldness and Godness, Love twined with Beauty. On a…
James Ballantyne 