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Sunday, August 7th 2005, by Marissa A Spencer Slumberer What better thing than the quiet time There is no need for anything but being No prayers need to entreaty God No proclamations need to be made Arguments have no meaning anymore There is no music to ring in the ears No night calling birds to warn the dark Even the dogs and cats are silent now What reverie to hear my own heart Then tune it out and find the silence Let me gaze at the hushed sparkle of stars The incredible vastness of that wordlessness I want to rest rocked to sleep in moonbeams Where all the colors in their blueness shine This is where I find who I have become There is in that deep, swaying slumber The knowing of the universe within I discover sleepers all around me now In their own travails they have found rest Yet now the journey is just beginning © August 6, 2005 Marissa A Spencer

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8 Aug 2005 @ 05:46 by astrid : Thumbs up
for this one ( too! : ) )))
God's secret name was for a long time considered this mysterious statement: "I Am that I Am". Turned out that that statement was incorrect/incomplete and the FULL statement is indeed: "I Am that I am IN BECOMING!!!" I capitalize 'in becoming' for that IS the vital part that makes the statemnet make sense! This; your poem, expresses in such poetic way: "Let me gaze at the hushed sparkle of stars
The incredible vastness of that wordlessness
I want to rest rocked to sleep in moonbeams
Where all the colors in their blueness shine
This is where I find who I have become

There is in that deep, swaying slumber
The knowing of the universe within
I discover sleepers all around me now
In their own travails they have found rest
Yet now the journey is just beginning"

How absolutely beautiful - and so true!  

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