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Wisdoms

Odd Moments

Sunday, February 05 2012

Odd Moments

Noticing lately

how I fill

odd moments

rehearsing

rehashing

regretting

pondering

planning

preparing.

Chatter

fills the

spaces -

old habits

of forgetting

who I am.

Sometimes

remember

I am

connected

in love -

unique light

in a

universe

where

all is

light

and

all is

love

and all

unfolds

just right.

Odd moments

can

heal

refresh

renew

re-orient.

Odd moments

can be

God moments.

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