There are only beings, everywhere. —Teilhard de Chardin

  

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Well the road is wide,
And waters run on either side,
And my shadow went with fading light,
Stretching out towards the night.

'Cause the Sun is low,
And I yet have still so far to go,
My lonely heart is beating so,
Tired of the wonder.

But there's a sign ahead,
Though I think it's the same one again,
And I'm thinking 'bout my only friend,
And so I find my way home.

When I need to get home
You're my guiding light,
You're my guiding light.

Well the air is cold,
And yonder lies my sleeping soul,
By the branches broke like bones,
This weakened tree no longer holds.

But the night is still,
And I have not yet lost my will,
Oh and I will keep on moving 'till,
'till I find my way home.

When I need to get home,
You're my guiding light,
You're my guiding light.

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We are slowed down sound and light waves, a walking bundle of frequencies tuned into the cosmos. 

We are souls dressed up in sacred biochemical garments and our bodies are the instruments through which our souls play their music.


—Albert Einstein

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In the ocean are many bright strands and many dark strands like veins that are seen when a wing is lifted up.

Your hidden self is blood in those, those veins that are lute strings that make ocean music – not the sad sound of surf, but the sound of no shore.


—Rumi

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