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Follow the voice

  Follow the voice of the darkness until it leads you to the brilliance let heart felt inspiration guide the footsteps all is joy joy holds all sorrow in its arms speaks stillness saying I love you sadness falls away kindles a music of…
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Beauty holds me

  Beauty holds me in its hand and hugs me more than I thought possible I am not alone The spirit graces me and touches me every day with gratitude underneath the yearning is a peace with no name that surpasses the senses the source of…
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Angels

  I know there are Angels You can feel them in your heart They are the answer to your problems when you feel torn apart Listen very closely, hear them stirring deep inside they turn the sadness into love give it nowhere to hide.   I…
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A Miracle

Right where you are there is a miracle awaiting you within your own heart and consciousness in the sigh there is mercy and hope for wisdom is within you a code to live by not written with wordsor thoughts published in your blood streamthis…
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The moments that are no more still live

  Eternally the moments that are no more still live echo throughout the World sing the many songs of joy life can be glorious and we have lived the glory in the experiences we have shared already walking the Downs where blackberries , cows…
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Ghost of Wordsworth

  I thought I saw the ghost of Wordsworth last night Dancing across the Lakes I heard his voice in the wind sweeping over me A cold chill went up my spine bringing me to my knees and my reality for he is not just a poet but a translator of…
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Illuminated

  industrious imperceptible snatches of reality flash by the screen of my consciousness and glimpses are revealed of a truth so vast it is impossible to grasp in one gigantic gulp or overview This life is a dimly lit barely open crack of…
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Grassmere

  Written at the cottage of Wordsworth Trudi and Sting In the presence of Keith Altham and Adelaide in 2008 Also at the Waverly one could easily fall into the rhythm of the stones be lulled into inactivity that crushes bones. But one…
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Tumble

  I tumbled out of the sky and still i was inside of you i exploded in the galaxies and you were there always larger than my problem you wrote the melody within my being you grafted yourself to every vein you transformed every joint and…
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Sometimes a butterfly

  Sometimes a butterfly will fall Sadness descends and rises in us whenever we let our guard down it comes creeping in Original thinking is a myth a deception at best we can rearrange what is and we call it creativity it is just a reshuffling in…