by surprizemenew orleans, Louisiana, USA
Feb 2015 603 Views 1 comments
Pure Love and Innocence
I dreamt of a cave with a white carnation in it.
I cried exploring grasping it.
Finally, I awoke being it.
I cried exploring grasping it.
Finally, I awoke being it.
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Posted: Feb 2015
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Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.- Carl Jung
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Comments (1)
such depth of Spirit breathes throught this !
what a lovely Awakening