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Depths
by Zach Beach Occasionally,we hurt. Our boss berates usand we die, a little. We become so smalland want to disappear into nothingness.Such is the ego-trap of thoughts. While the depths of the heart calls to us,the music of the soul whispers to us, the connection of spirit beckons us,and the calm of the sea sings…
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Anicca
by Zach Beach Occasionally,when we wakein the stillness of night, in a quietnessthat allowsthe ticking watch on the dresserto make itsvoice heard, our soul dips its toes intothe void.It’s a call we all get at some point,with questions on the other sideof the line, is this,all there is?what if none of it matters?is it true…
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We Are Not The Same
by Linda M. Crate i hurt in ways that i cannotconvey to you,but you will not be giventhe power to destroy me;every time i falli rise—after every mistakei learn something,and i am not going to losemy magic nor surrender my power;i am a goddessget out of my templei refuse to be cursed by your darkness—you…