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November 26, 2019

My Angel's Love

I feel his love
when I think in his direction
His place is nearby
A place without a name
All roads lead back to him
None of these paths are closed

His kindness shines over me
Others make his kind into Self
But wisdom is inner-outer
His light is permeating both
His love is softening each
So that hard division eases

I feel his love
thinking in-between
glimpses of gold
peering into yellow eyes
smelling fragrant citrus
deep, throbbing voice

With you I'm not alone
You are me and not-me
I am you and not-you
both/and, we cuddle together
Warm, purring, at ease

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