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The soft and gentle silence

Of my Heart

Echoed again and again,

Come Home, Come Home

IT lingered behind

The glistening shades

Of illusion,

But never departed

Again and again

I grasped the

Seductive breezes the glamor

Of the Grand Dream laid before me

But never did it

Betray the beating Heart

Of Truth

Echoing, echoing – always echoing

Come Home, Come Home

I danced a thousand steps

Lost in the fields of separation

Till finally the swinging pendulum

Of happiness and sorrow

Brought me to my knees,

Turning me within

To hear the clear and Love-filled voice

Of Freedom’s song - sing

Come Home – Come Home

-image by Solveig Larsen

SELF DISCOVERY books by John McIntosh

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