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Nostalgia of the Old Soul

In my constant search for connection
Some promise of spiritual fulfillment
Some homecoming grandiose
That can not possibly exist
I break my own heart millions of times
Whilst tripping over familiar quagmires
Subtle bumps or wide ravines
Dissonant vibrations like roadblocks
Both internal and without
My heart is mended by care and glue
It is placed back inside myself
Where it beats it’s mantra
A song no wounded mind can drown

“You cannot rise again unless you fall
You cannot fall unless you climb first
Uncage your mind with passion
spread your fiery wings and fly
Set the world ablaze with love
Do it like your life depends on it”

I’ve come to suspect
It absolutely does

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you have done here only convinces me further, that there is something much bigger than us and what our paltry little minds can conceive of. The last few days of reading the stream and your work in particular, give me pause. I think of what has been said about the Webb telescope and the fact that with it, we can see things that no longer exist! Stars that have been extinguished and whole galaxies dimmed. What if our little minds are wrong? What if there is some gigantic being that guides the entire universe? I wonder... ~ Geez.

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