Retreat
This poem came through during my morning meditation.
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Beautiful people,
beautiful roads,
Each heart a lantern,
each soul it holds.
Winds may wander,
storms may rise,
But truth walks softly
beneath the skies.
The path is winding,
the journey deep,
Yet angels gather
where Keepers sleep.
So walk with wonder,
let burdens fall—
In love we’re guided,
through it all.
K.L., 19.05.2025,
Berlin 8:00am
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