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Longing...
There's an odd sort of feeling that rises in my heart, unformed, unnamed, niggling, that refuses to part.
I still my mind in silence and stare at it for long. Unmoving, it intesifies, curious, I flow along.
Beneath, I find it lurks my moments dark and fair. And every step usurps their emptiness laying bare.
Joy, excitement, happiness, I look at each in turn. Fear, envy, hopelessness, these I quickly spurn.
I see it then emerge, a longing deep it is, with my Creator to merge and lose myself in Bliss. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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