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Being2

Being2


Being.
Being,
a
curious
thing.
Seeing.
Hearing.
Thinking.
Proof
of existence.
OneĀ 
thought
filling the
infinite,
resonating
endlessly.
Pulsating,
breathing
into
consciousness.
Nothingness
rendered
impotent!
Glow of
awareness
shepherds
the light.
Spirit,
illuminating
darkness.
Seeing
all
within a
spark.
Firefly
light.
Igniting
the void.
One little
thought
sparking
creation.
Generation
into being.
Once flicked,
into
forever…..

Ā 

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Marion

Fascinating stuff John...I never stop pondering either x

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John Prophet

Hi Marion,
There’s so much to ponder. Thank you for reading.
JP

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Being Me

I find all this incredibly interesting. Every baby is born with a little unique spark that is "them". Where does this spark come from?Ā  A little interesting true fact. My youngest, 24, and I were talking about theme park rides a while back. He said he hated being upside down. He said it was a phobia he had but didn't know where it came from. I found it incredibly strange because he was a breech baby. He would not go upside down even then! So, his phobia started before birth.Ā  x

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John Prophet

Hi BM,

I too was breech. Was never much for carnival rides at all, tended to have vertigo issues. Thanks for your always thoughtful comments.
JP

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