That personal, private underground….

Where the search goes on for that something to be found!

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Waiting for awakening in the secret place…….

An awareness moment that nothing can erase!

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That look –that touch – that embrace – that word,

The strong, sweet sense that that something is stirred…..

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Like the meeting of waters deep inside

Bursting the banks of the harbors where we hide.

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Entering through the eyes and ears….

But registered down with the hopes– with the fears…

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Brushing against the true touchstone…

Someone has connected – we’re becoming known!