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My soul feasts on the space
no coat of flesh can stop it soar: filled with God’s grace, from fear free, my soul’s a boat, the universe, the sea on which I sail, my faith – the oar. My soul is a wide-open space I am the point in which the four directions meet, so I absorb them all, towards the simple mystery of life forever trustful drive my fleet; lofty ideas or minute details, there is no thing that I reject but let myself imbued with it.
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