November 15, 2005

when we fail to see the divinity in us, we feel small
the more we grow in spirit, the harder to deny our true nature
we fan the flames with love and hope and peace
the fire grows hotter, stonger; the light harder to hide

the more we grow together, the more painful to separate
as the radius of the inward spiral shrinks
as we get closer to full awareness of the collective soul
we feel more intensely, more plainly, the pain of our brethren

Type: Poetry

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