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Childs path
A Story by
Donald Wilson
We walked on this path before You slipped and fell I reached out you were to far gone I sat there for the longest time You appeared as you were cl..
Come dance with me
A Story by
Donald Wilson
I tremble My heart Beats fast I have trouble Concentrating Your soul Knows mine Being there Next to you Resonates A universal langua..
Vibration
A Story by
Donald Wilson
The influential ego of the self effects the vibrational feild of whom we are. They transmit that vibration to eveyone and everything around us. Your..
Mother Earth
A Story by
Donald Wilson
As we laid on the ground our souls connect not only with each other but we penatrated the earth beneath us. Grounded our bodies as one, as it was in t..
Dream 5feb2017
A Story by
Donald Wilson
888 Snakes again the form I know so well.... I know these tests they break many..... You know many just dont know how this works. Many battle fron..
The bedroom light
A Story by
Donald Wilson
Co author with TeeJae...
What is this thing called love.
A Story by
Donald Wilson
888 What is this thing love... We as the flesh have been told here what this is.... The great poets, the great music composers have no idea or conc..
Trembling
A Story by
Donald Wilson
I am a quiet love maker, my soul dose all the talking. Words are not needed... Its all vibrations here... My soul feels you even before you reached..
Whom am I
A Story by
Donald Wilson
Some men come along and blow out the flames.... But I come along to fan your flame.... Then embrace you to glow like glowing embers in a fernace...
No right no wrong
A Story by
Donald Wilson
No right no wrong....everything here we have to unlearn and relearn everything all over... No books for the soul... No written word to follow for th..
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