KALEIDOSCOPE
Experience's shattered shards
regrouping and reflecting
patterns unending . . .
Seek, search,
never cling
to truths I find:
my trembling fingertips
grope light years from
the Mystery.
A fragmented diary of one soul's dialogue with the Other. Who am I talking to? God, myself, or some other entity? You decide.
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