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The Journey of She through realms of Light always knowing within where to go. Just as all of us journey at night when we lay down to sleep and off we go... poof! wonderful ain't it?
That Which Is and Yet........
Through swirling clouds of purple She drifted
On and on She lifted
Always knowing deep within
The passageways to traverse
Utter silence filled Her being
Purity of it all transcending
Sinuously She floated
Knowing her body so divine
Would change
There was no other way
To know the secrets of Her soul
On and on She lifted
Always knowing deep within
The passageways to traverse
Utter silence filled Her being
Purity of it all transcending
Sinuously She floated
Knowing her body so divine
Would change
There was no other way
To know the secrets of Her soul
All Others Were Her
Words echoed through Her
Some loud some whispered
All telling Her
Perfect is the journey home to God
And yet it seemed most terrible
Leaving behind the ones She loved
So many had She known
Through all the lifetimes shared
Some loud some whispered
All telling Her
Perfect is the journey home to God
And yet it seemed most terrible
Leaving behind the ones She loved
So many had She known
Through all the lifetimes shared
Now it was simply Her
No other
Or perhaps all others were Her
And She them
Over and over
Again and again
till nothing remained but nothingness
in its totality
Or perhaps all others were Her
And She them
Over and over
Again and again
till nothing remained but nothingness
in its totality
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