Slow churn
Twist and turn
Rumble and roll
Then deeper still
Growl and groan
What kind of hunger
Speaks this way
Gnawing and nibbling
Never at bay
And incessantly stays
No food can satiate
No destination can appease
No feeling can deflate
No intelligence can defeat
So I return within
Claiming my peace
As all attentions
Gather in one place
Here it is
The fountain of All
Pouring and cascading
Just waiting to be found
Questions and answers
All merge into one
What magic then
If scaled somewhat larger
That all our hungers
Our questions, our answers
All too reside, right here together
On this here planet
We can call home…
Nice one! 😊
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Thank you so very much
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You are welcome 😊
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This is lovely!
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Thank you so much
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Really nice!!! Well done!!
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Thank you, very kind of you to say so..
I’m enjoying the diversity of your writing
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Thank you, I’m so glad to hear that. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. Peace and blessings, MW
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Wow! Brilliant piece! Quite a home indeed!
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Perfectly rhymed and expressed – great job done! 🙂
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Thank you!
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