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Tapping into The Source

December 7, 2016

Slithering through the moments

heart beats to the drum of my torments.

Savoring the feelings as they pass over me,

like waves crashing down on the shore of the sea.

Deflecting, side stepping, like water through fingers

the feelings pass me by, only my Self ever lingers.

This Self as ever will always reliably emerge,

the original source of it all, the Demiurge.




From → Poetry, Spirituality

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