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heartache is a gift that breaks us wide open and gently spills into the broken places that we never knew were there agony fills in those crevices with a quiet reverence and peaceful meditation no matter how form appears the content is stillness thoughts appear illusory images dance before me yet there is no duality even in this seeming world of separation i realize that i at last am home and that i never left ©2016janetaylor
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
returning home
heartache is a gift that breaks us wide open and gently spills into the broken places that we never knew were there agony fills in those crevices with a quiet reverence and peaceful meditation no matter how form appears the content is stillness thoughts appear illusory images dance before me yet there is no duality even in this seeming world of separation i realize that i at last am home and that i never left ©2016janetaylor
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
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