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The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

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Posted on November 18, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged Being, Buddhism, God, Identity, Life, Religion. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

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Betty Hayes Albright | November 19, 2017 at 11:16 PM

Me too!

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- Ben Naga | November 22, 2017 at 10:09 AM
  
  Thus we remain in balance. 🙂
  
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  - Betty Hayes Albright | November 22, 2017 at 5:56 PM
    
    Ideally…
    
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