I walk on tear drops from a thousand eyes,
as ancient as the core of a mountain.
With gentleness profound and earthly,
I feel the subtle shifts of a mind.
In brief moments of disbelief,
I see into a thousand tomorrows’.
Forever concealing the nature of their existence,
I shelter the secrets of those many hearts.
In flesh or dust,
Through centuries or millenniums,
I will keep the silence of them all.
I am the air, the trees, the rock and water.
I am the hearts future,
and the souls tomorrow.
The Temenos Journal 
Definitely channeled something larger than us all here, Paula. Oh to be able to “feel the subtle shifts of mind.” Beautiful. The first line is a poem in itself.
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Thank you…
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I feel that I need to complement you on Spiritwalker, the following words do not fully capture my intent; beautiful and poignant.
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Thank you….you ever write something and afterwards you look at it, even just 24 hrs later, and go “did I write that?”….but there it is, your writing with all the corrections and all….that’s what Spiritwalker is….a girlfriend once told me she believes I channeled it. Could be…or from some primal collective unconscious :)
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