Make room for me
Make room for me
Who am I?
the warm south wind carries a thin mist across the beach
the skies is a mix of many clouds
it is easy to get lost in the beauty
I do.
"who am I?" What am i?"
I search to sense the answer of my beckoning
I feel it, I loose it feel it
"make room for me and you will see me where I have always been."
I great it with gratitude
thank IT for the beauty of the beach I sense
closer
closer
"who am I?"
I listen for the sounds of the waves.
A line from a course in miracles comes to me
"God speaks to me throughout the day"
From that which i sensed spoke
"I AM you"
I am you
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