The soul can soar, can float, can fly. It weighs not. It transcends. It is the everlasting, inextinguishable, inexhaustable fire that explodes throughout the galaxies. Blazing in stars and supernova's, reflected on dark nights by the moon, as it runs through my veins to my aching, longing, pilgrim's heart, to return to that Breath from whence I started, to be reunited and to start again. Yet, I can only say where I have been but not to where I am going, even though I must have been there before. But my soul says, "not to worry", for I live in an invisible ocean of abundance and in this journey all will be provided for. So, in secret confidences my soul has spoken deep to my core and has revealed "that fear knocked on the door, and faith had answered, and no one was there". Never worry. visionary imagist "Joey"
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