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Every life is a rich
Storehouse
Of experience.
I dare declare:
We live not,
NOT
In an epoch of
Chaotic decay.
I plumb the depths
Of light
At each hush-gap.
Every life
Is a symbol of
Promise,
Streaming forth from a realm
Where
No one is a stranger, unwanted
None,
Where Love blossoms for the One
And Truth for the many.

[Excerpt from “The Dance of Life Part 1”]

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