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Thursday, May 26, 2016

Feels like home

You are a spiritual being in human form
Sometimes you simply desire to connect with a soul
Who feels like home
                                           Unknown
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we are all precious souls
the fact that we are souls may be well hidden at times
the fact that we are precious?

at times damn near invisible
we get tired
and cranky
we say things we regret

we get scared
and thus hateful

sometimes it seems as though all we are
is the human hulk

that the soul has left the building

but this condition is not terminal
a sunrise can fix it
so can a cat in a lap
or a dog, sleeping on one’s feet

so can a walk down a dusty road
in the shadow of the mountain

we are precious souls
all of us

we can find ourselves in the world of the lost
in the touch of Sacred love
and in the presence
of all those other souls
we meet

each day
in every place
every moment, they come

they come in every color
every shape
every size
every persuasion
every orientation

they may not look much like souls
perhaps

but in there
behind the pretension and the anger
a soul lives
and breaths

and sometimes
if we take the time
if we are patient

there are souls
which feel
like
home

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