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The "Gift"

The “Gift”

I look to the quiet of a dream
or the peace and tranquility
that faith can bring.
I agonize from the knowing
of a sudden epiphany
and my thoughts carry me away
like violent waves crashing
on a virgin shore.

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virginous experience for sure


Indeed :)

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It is not what happens it is the way it happens that is a fear to us all.
If you fear to tread in the raging sea, wait with your own thoughts, till the storm has abated then walk into the arms of Poseidon..
Just a thought, Yours Ian.T
A good picture..

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I am "intuitive". Thought I lost certain "abilities." Usually "things" come in signs--this was direct. Been that way since I was in hospital 1 ago.

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