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The Unchangling

Come to think of it,

I've never felt a thought.

Come to feel of it,

I've never thought a feel.

I was a born feeling,

My mind full of empty speak.

I feel, ergo, I think.

First came the hair;

then came the comb.

Many a haircut later,

My hair became

absurdly quiet of plastic fingers,

and lucid refusals became

the norm of being over becoming.

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  • Rose Angel gold member
    June 3

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    Whew...deep words from the soul.....Awareness of being sensitive to feelings without touch....You truly are a deep thinker, and have tremendous feelings put on paper...Such a delightful thoughtful write!


    • Timothy Cameron gold member
      June 9
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      Unchangling

      Within us is what never changes, what we are, and is beyond the melancholy stain of earth's unnumbered curiosities of incomplete immersions. But love seen is love given. This is the circle of God, and is your smile when you see a child…such is the Kingdom of Heaven. Thank you, Rose Angel. Timothy