Though we must be apart
And live parallel lives,
In the chambers of my heart,
There’s a stirring, uncontrived
Towards frontiers of being…
At a higher vibration,
Pulsating, embodied
In the art of creation;
Through an elevated view
Of past limitations,
As all knowing, all seeing;
While my spirit is freed
Into frontiers of being…

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