The sensation, of having 'someone' is an ill made stone, an anchor hooked, but to illusion. Better then, to walk alone...the heart within you, be the anchor and the stone, a perfect fiery thing, always giving, always in you...blessing you with life, whispering it's love...in the voice of your veins.
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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