No bricks, wooden furniture
or your grandma’s china will make you safe.
You need to travel inside – deep and far,
place yet to find. Your silent breath
is your guide. Break that false imprisonment,
the need to hide. And you will find home
follow, wherever you are.
Maja S. Todorovic
Beautiful!
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🙂
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Inspiring! 🙂
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Thanks 🙂
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A beautiful poem. 🙂
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Thanks Brenda 🙂
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An inside out poem which is beautifully written.
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Thanks!
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I love this – travelling into the quiet dark centre of our selves – its quite a journey – and you’re right – its only when we’ve found this that we feel safe 🙂
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Thanks Claire for lovely comment 🙂
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