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THE DIVINE CHILD IN ME
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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. |
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Poem © Blake Steele 2005
Image © Blake Steele 2011 May be copied freely for non commerical use only |
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