I died, I became, I returned

I died, I became, I returned

A Poem by Spiritwomyn
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My experience with death

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I stand in the presence of unconditional love.

I feel a peace unknown on earth.

I am myself, yet one with all I perceive around me.

My body is not my home, just my conveyance.

I attend a school like no other.

I learn beyond learning.

I know.

This place is not somewhere.

The only time I can know is Now.

All this is here around me.

What we see is not the Real, but we feel attached to it.

When we let it go, the Real can come rushing in.

Not to go there, but to bring it here,

That is our true accomplishment.

© 2009 Spiritwomyn


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Spiritwomyn
Spiritwomyn

Livingston, MT



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Teacher of Mystiscism, mother of eight human becomings, at the bottom and going back up. more..

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