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“Who Are We?”
Body, Mind, Spirit and Soul,
we occupy Time in Space,
yet we belong to Eternity.
Experiential meets Existential.
Such complex products of Creation and Evolution.
As if caught up in an avalanche of psychic events,
spinning head over heels and out of control,
down a never-ending mountain slope,
surrounded by the ever-present powdered snow of the elusive Spirit World.
Bruised and beaten creatures,
and their victorious Spirit Selves.
He is the heir of our expanding universes.
She is rich beyond her wildest dreams.
And still, so many must ask the question,
“Who Are We?”
~~~~~~~
George Barnard
“Who Are We?”
Body, Mind, Spirit and Soul,
we occupy Time in Space,
yet we belong to Eternity.
Experiential meets Existential.
Such complex products of Creation and Evolution.
As if caught up in an avalanche of psychic events,
spinning head over heels and out of control,
down a never-ending mountain slope,
surrounded by the ever-present powdered snow of the elusive Spirit World.
Bruised and beaten creatures,
and their victorious Spirit Selves.
He is the heir of our expanding universes.
She is rich beyond her wildest dreams.
And still, so many must ask the question,
“Who Are We?”
~~~~~~~
George Barnard
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