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THE DIVINE CHILD IN ME

It is utterly good:

fresh spring waters gurgling through;

clear wave after clear wave over white sands;

the song of a lark cascading down through a spring sky;

the blue sky showering through your opened eyes.

I felt the divine child in me this morning,

throwing away the illusion of ego.

There are no words to describe

such bubbling, pure, fresh, free being.

Poem © Blake Steele 2005
Image © Blake Steele 2011
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