It may be that when we no longer know what to do
We have come to our real work
And what when we no longer know which way to go
We have come to our real journey
The mind that is not baffled is not employes
The impeded stream
Is the one that sings- wendell
And as I return to my morning prayer cushion and watch the darkness turn to light, as I am reminded of the emotion of sunrise I see how all around me I am stripping away. All I seek you turn me from, must this be so I ca
n be closer to you, must this be, as I am human and I am alone and as u feel my heart I still on in this world wanting warm arms to hold me and keep me safe at night til I can be your work and love in this world .
We have come to our real work
And what when we no longer know which way to go
We have come to our real journey
The mind that is not baffled is not employes
The impeded stream
Is the one that sings- wendell
And as I return to my morning prayer cushion and watch the darkness turn to light, as I am reminded of the emotion of sunrise I see how all around me I am stripping away. All I seek you turn me from, must this be so I ca
n be closer to you, must this be, as I am human and I am alone and as u feel my heart I still on in this world wanting warm arms to hold me and keep me safe at night til I can be your work and love in this world .
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