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Imago, a poem by H. Arnest

    Beneath the soles of your shadow is a loving place, where all consciousness resides … we are invited; C’mon! Here, we as one, like wax from one candle … flow into one another … and into the single one. You are almost here; lie down in the grass. You won’t need words or ideas … or wisdom. Open your closed eyes as you close your open eyes; Stop listening and hear. Your family awaits, passing bounty around the table. Take what you need; there is never-not-enough. Your hunger will turn into service … your thirst into light. Your friends await;
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