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Quickening



When your heart opens like petals embracing the sunrise, and the chirping of birds kisses your ears.


When the sun glistens the mist rises and the winds quieten, There in the stillness, as the dawn cradles your soul, stirring you to walk barefoot in dew-laden fields,


There I will meet you in the center of your being, to awaken you, and to walk with you in the splendor of light that has always been your home.


~ Bob Holmes #comeintothequiet

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