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Aug 2018
There are many who find comfort
on their journeys
by way-stations which are
ready to assist..when summoned..
There are presences there
which color experience..and seem
present as life unfolds.. without form seems
daunting and distant to some
who relish intermediate relief..
Religions have relied on this
very natural desiring..
Providing figures of faith and
stories to map and locate the
light and happiness
we all seek.. ancient and modern days
a pondering has arisen in some
about a path more direct
bypassing those many
way-stations..which..having served
now seem to delay arrival..
And..are dissolved by discovery
that way-stations are made of the
light and happiness
we all seek...
Written by
     Fawn, Edera, Myrrdin and Timothy
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