Same

Ebbing and flowing.

All places I’ve been before and will be again.

Beautiful and bright as summer sun.

Dark and ugly as pain.

In between, wondering.

I listen for clues.

Everywhere.

Take me where I want to be.

Pure love resides there.

Tiny before exploding into greatness.

No air.

Then I remember.

I’m already there.

Here.

Ebbing and flowing.

Colleen Sohn

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  1. Mom’s avatar

    What wonderful thought… for those of us who travel the spiritual path, how true.

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