PILGRIMS
PILGRIMS
Coming and going
Without going anywhere
Time an illusion
Space likewise passing the time
Our home is not made by hand
Posted on October 4, 2020, in Poems and tagged Pure consciousness, Space, Spirit, Time. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
I really love this!
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Your kind of thing I think, Betty. 😊
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