Growth of spiritual sanctuary. Here, we are not bombarded by the noise of a war fought with greatest greed and misunderstanding over a single loaf of bread, food which was long ago torn to tiny shreds and devoured. Let us enjoy the moment and make every breath, every bite, a prayer of thankfulness. Write with your being the shining poem of life. Dance in the music of this one breathing Soul. Eternal love. Enter the true and immediate.
Here, now, is the doorway to truth. Search into yourself and be. This moment reaches all the way to the core and lives in the core from which it grows. Everything we need is here. Everything can be found within, where we are home.
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About the Creator
Richard MacNeill
Father. Writer. Surfer. Adventurer. Winner of the Delinquent Literary Award. Titles include: The Upside-down Fish, Neverbug the Wanderer, and Great White Buffalo available on Verandakuharstudios.com
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Ask Me In December
Introduction This is for Babs Iverson's "Ask Me In December" challenge which you can read about here When we talked about it, I said the flow and sound of the words reminded me of "Gone Till November" by Wyclef Jean which I will use to soundtrack this. It is a wonderful song.
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TICK TOCK
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