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Mar 2019
Lost in my world of silence, comprehending what had to be to make life perfect in my own mind, watching my spirit lifting softly flowing across the heavens of sincerity.
There cannot be a reason to be myself the way I am right now, till I can find my space away from rules made for those who lost belief in everything.
I cannot be something I am not, been always myself from way back before I was born, and will remain so till I no longer exist here on planet earth.
Being an old soul is something like a kite flying on and on believing in a love that shines a light to bring all mankind to their knees.
Finalization of spirit accepts love in the soul, flowing in rhythm with the wind across the nation after nation... No reason to suffer for something we do not understand, we live for what our thoughts create within our own beings, we make life the way we imagine it to be. Not always completely in sink with our emotions, close enough to grasp what we may believe what our mission is to completely finish our assignment on mother earth.
Still, we linger high among earth realities playing our harp of sweetness among knowledge we finally began to understand in depth of fear, turning face to the light, accepting love in the fullest. Surrendering heart brings harmony to
soul, eternal peace combines equal gimp es across our Universal plane, where we came from,  the beginning of our own comprehension and realization of the heartbeat of the world we live.
I have flown across the skies of wonder, sipped the waters of eternal life, climbed the tree of knowledge, putting my markdown before my time.
Have when within on a journey only I can soundly explain
we all need to journey within and find the fruit of life is ready for harvest.
Needing  my conscious mind to lead the way to where all
began, following each step upward, to the level of what we have learned through living life, we need that upper step to continue our level up, insurance of acceptance to believe it is possible to continue on without any doubts.
I have the faith to know that we are born to be born again in one consciousness, where answers should never be questions from the start.
Life may be complex till you find the wisdom living
life with self-control can be satisfying, easy to drift
across the heavens of dreams, thoughts mingle with ease forming life's own promises and realities.


(Life is our own reality)

Derena Bree
Harriet Shea
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Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
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