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Stirrings (Free verse) by dougsoderstrom

A welling-up from deep within, My soul, Something that I do not understand, Not a thought, Nor even a feeling, Perhaps a force, On the verge of penetration, At the very brink of knowing, In hot pursuit of an open door, An open space, Within my soul, A moment of grace...... a gift, An invitation...... an opportunity, To surrender myself, To something, Much greater..... much more profound, Than that which I have ever imagined, Or known before.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 19-Sep-04/9:02 AM
It's neither thought, feeling, nor force. It's a word. And a very silly word at that. If no one had said the word to you, and if you hadn't read it in a load of confusing sentences about the eternal gobbledegook, you wouldn't even dream of prancing around like an urchin, wondering, desperately wondering, whether or not the word was actually an inner gateway to the Higher Realms of Xanthar.




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