poetry as a journey of growth and healing.....listening to hearts speak and speaking to hearts that listen.....awakening the sacred presence dormant in each voice.....where voices move in a circle to no beginning and to no end......it's the circle of voices come alive.....
01 November 2011
Let it
Blinded by you
spelling of truth.
To be correct, just right.
Blinded by the
pure that I'm not.
Throughout this, my light.
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