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Updated: Feb 13, 2019

-John McIntosh

Surface noise masks

The essence of Life

The sensitive Heart


Like the web

Of a spider

The slightest movement

Registers to its sensitivity

The trials of Life

Dull this precious gift

And much of Life

Dances past blinded eyes

The fists clench

Life becomes rigid

Freezing the

Ever-flowing Joy we Are

But Love’s gentle touch

Thaws the frozen Heart

When at last

The cry goes up

I choose to Feel

I choose to Live

I surrender

Show me, open me, Free me

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