Tuesday, April 3, 2018

LONGING

LONGING

for the elusive truth
That lies hidden
At the center of all the lies:
It was here all along,



I was here all along, 
Like an old forgotten song
Every word remembered,
Returning me to joy.
My joy sings
“I AM”.

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