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I do less I know
I travel more the spirit’s
paths than collect good deeds
I sit and think what
a sea my life has been
stretched between lands
under tempests or requited
as oil on hot days he was
above all looking down
pouring rain to add to me
when I felt deserted
hands cupped to
collect me
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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit to pop up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year. This one overlaps into August. The older poems of the collection can be found and read using the Search Window.
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Beautiful, Anna.
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Thank you…
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Back amongst the beauty…
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Indeed Simon, everything is a circle, isn’t it…
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So delicately written …
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I’m glad you pointed that out John, thank you.
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I love this. Intimate yet expansive.
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Thank you Steven, happy you like it!
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You’re very skilful with a language that isn’t even your first language 🙂
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Beautiful! Glad to have found your blog.
: )
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Hi Ivan, welcome! Thank you for your feedback! 😀
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Your Welcome.
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Beautiful and intimate, Anna 🙂
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