rhythm

in a spirit

and told as its own goal

and lasting as its own moment

and for the cause of the beat

and keeping as its own timing

and caught on the impulse

and regret

and yet it was the beat

when it was the process

and said as its own direct

and much as it was the feeling

and choice as its own level

and meant as it was the goal

 

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i believe in God first and foremost. i love the blessings of love,life and liberty and creativity. i believe in living a Blessed life and I enjoy encounters and the greatness of so many incredible souls who have united here and i enjoy the creativity and depth. we are all Unique. i welcome comments, questions,conversations and peace and the best to all.
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