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Post by aims on Nov 10, 2016 18:17:18 GMT -6
Oh father of my father
mother of my mother as well,
Tis not thee that determines my heritage, as a whole,
not that of my soul!
For eons of cycles do I rise and descend
into the ethereal
and again the mortal coil
perhaps once lowly
perhaps once royal
when yin swims too far
it transforms into yang.
the circle of existence
ever encompassing more.
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Post by heartfelt7 on Nov 11, 2016 9:58:54 GMT -6
What a beautiful piece. I needed something to point me far beyond this ego-driven world. Thank you so much. This did the trick!!
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Post by aims on Nov 15, 2016 5:17:07 GMT -6
Thanks I'm glad you liked it!!
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Post by heartfelt7 on Nov 15, 2016 12:00:19 GMT -6
Also wanted to comment how this reminds me of Cloud Atlas, one of my favorite movies. It's confusing to watch the first time since it links the six lives of one soul in different periods of time, each life marked with the same birthmark, each leaving a piece of itself (a diary, a symphony, etc.) for the next to find. I still find more pieces of the puzzle each time I watch it.
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Post by anirbas on Dec 30, 2016 15:07:20 GMT -6
Lovely. Just lovely. Thank you for sharing, Amy!
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