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Nov 2013
I am angry. Why
I am confounded. How so
I amΒ Β lost in the boundless knowledge that I will never know the things I will never know.

LIKE WHAT IS THIS LIFE.
and how is it fair that my time is limited to unravel moment as it slips away as it slips away to another day.
and looking back to linger and decipher, robs me of the moment, the journey the path.the essence the now. How is that fair.

To be blessed or cursed with spirituality undefined.

To look inward and outward and descend as I climb. Omnidementional existence is
transcendent but all in the mind.

Our evolution requires a added senses.Not yet available.
Not yet on the table.

I met a woman who had transcended I was barely able to gather her. barely past my grasp
and far from my reach. eighty years of age a gentle sage. Her physical plane was a convenience for others to see. She was here and not here.

Goodness and grace. love and kindness sprang forth from her face.
Her hands healed and she gave me her mercy
No holds barred no pound of flesh.

Once a lifetime.
unique woman
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
(california)   
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