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Gold Raven


Atop my right shoulder, a gold raven perches. She tells me the weight on my shoulders will only be lifted when I see the gift in it. So I sit with it until we meld.

And before I know it, the weight lifts like steam and my ego melts.

In my letting go by becoming one with what hurts most, I become the stream and its coast.

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HIRAETH is a deep, inborn yearning for a home, a feeling, a place, or a person that is beyond this plane of existence.

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The soul self may not be as tangible as the physical self but it’s there. At least I’d like to think so. 🙂