sweet succulent music playing in my head
soft air cool and damp against my skin
am i really here, again?
so far traveled
only to be home
is this home, my friend?
wouldn’t know if you asked
but you wouldn’t ask if you knew me
doesn’t really matter where i’m at
because wherever i’m at
i’ll be…


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  1. divine ………
    a story to share…………..

    A child is walking in the garden holding one finger of mother, happy enjoying the breeze, inquires suddenly , why I like holding your hand ?. Mom answers as we transfer the data in the computer as this is data transfer of love between us . Child inquires again,this breeze is touching us , what is that?

    Mom answers that is the data transfer of love between you and cosmic intelligence.

    Child inquires again , what is the cosmic intelligence ?

    Mom answers , breath is a union between you and cosmic intelligence , now go and play,let me watch you both together.

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