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The words pour out of me like a river
And not just one, but several.
In my mind, but mostly the small space between my heart
And soul I can see the many streams within me.
If it weren’t for the love and grace of God, these streams would feel like a flood.
But they all flow, almost magically
Seamlessly together.
I am so grateful.
I have held onto the words for so long.
Being afraid they might come too soon, too fast, or God forbid
Not at all.
But they come. I surrender
And they come.
It is my wish, my deepest desire that these steady, abundant and sparking streams
Touch all of you, again and again, and again.
Namaste
The Soul Reporter 