
My Sacred Place
When thoughts of love
Run through my heart
When my mind stops
Its thoughts-spinning art
When all I am
Is calming down
When nothing than
Peace is around
When I get centered
Feeling free
Then it’s because
I’m home in me
In Love and Light
So very amazing and beautiful hon❣️
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Thank you, Stacy Anne.
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you, Gary 💖
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Awww, so wonderful again. Love it! xx Michael
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Thank you so much for letting me know. The refuge in us.
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Beautiful, Sis 💜
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Thank you, dear sis 💖
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When you have that point of peace within, you know you can always find home. Great poem, Erika 🌞
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Thank you very much, Sylvester 😊
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You’re welcome always ☺️
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Erika, I love the conclusion to this. It truly brings it “home.” Keith
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When we are home in ourselves, we can be home wherever we are.
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Too true.
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Thank you, Keith!
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Very beautiful dear lady, this did indeed come from there ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋
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I think so too. Moments of inner alignment. Thank you, Mark 💖
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love this
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Thank you, Annette 💖
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