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Gentle touch for closure
Creating encompassing circuitry.
With this centric
I gather and hold
Even relax and quieten;
As this is where there is home.
Here I am awaited
Fully and singularly.
Pinky through middle
Stepwise incline
Yet platformed without summit.
From here I let go
Let fly, that which is no longer owned,
Pains even gems of wisdom.
Lips seal and hum
A vibration of life
The Om song of eternity.
Om in my hands
Om from my lips
Om of my heart
Inscribed and indelible.
May this sanctuary
I always know,
For my rest and renewal
For resetting and reinforcement.
Then may I grow
To know
The teachings
Buried deep of patience
Of compassion
And mostly
Of the One wholesome love.
Photograpy compliments of Robert W. Kelley.
rhythmandthedancer 
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Barb Sent from my iPhone
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Gently awesome
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Much appreciated, very kind🙏🙏🙏
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This is beautiful 💜
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Thank you so much😊🙏
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and the cycle begins again. good luck on your next life adventure.
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(with your new found tools of experience).
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Thank you for the tools from the last!
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I love this
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You do?! Thank you 🙏
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Beautifully written
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Very kind, thank you so much 😊
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Good post, however OM is the imaginary 3rd Eye. Invite you to read it at http://www.awakenplus.com
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Quiet right, mine is only a poetic interpretation following a silent retreat I attended.
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