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January 2009 
Here
Aponi
Here
In the midst of Ego she heard her voice,
the cries of needs that echoed with frenetic frequency.
In the quiet of stillness she felt her Soul
as whispers of a Peaceful wind.
As the flesh calls for maintenance,
her Spirit knows all that ought is Here.
The Mind creates from the mold of Manifestation,
the Soul Observes as the continuous flow.
With the reminiscence of Trepidation,
she places her foot onto the warm wood of the boat.
A whisper arrives from Nothing to caress her ear.
"I am here," the Loving Awareness implores.
She turns from the Past with respectful reverie,
accepting Here is all there is.
Like a former Companion,
these memories will wait for her return;
curled at the foot of false comfort.
She smiles for what was IS still.
What will be is Here.
Namaste
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