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No More Strangers
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No More Strangers |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
NO MORE STRANGERS A gentle breath of divine knowing; sweeps through my soul, fills me with joy, embracing the love I’ve come to know. As I seek to live and give, fear based desires spawned in the darkness of my thoughts fade away , swept clean by compassion and understanding. What’s the greatest gift? not love for one, surely, but freedom from the need of one! Even ‘in love’ we know loneliness, being alone, being lonely: one does not mean the other. Along the many roads of life, I remember and will always know, this me, this I, this stranger in paradise is now one with all that is... The seen and the unseen break bread with me, and so, do you sit at my table and share I’m one with you; and you with me, No more strangers on the road of life. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Oh...OH .and OH!!!! I have struggled with this one so many times...hmmm...but I do SO love to be in love and make love and ....sigh... Good poem...I'm just a BAD girl! |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
What’s the greatest gift? not love for one, surely, but freedom from the need of one! Even ‘in love’ we know loneliness, being alone, being lonely: one does not mean the other. Well, I may not agree with the thought but your poem is impressive. Welcome...good to read you. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
'being alone, being lonely: one does not mean the other.' True. But being alone sure can be awfully lonely some days. |
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