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this gulf of a canyon below
time works its artful magic
the world over comes to marvel
do these walls see their own beauty?
changes so subtly continous
hard to say when they began
maybe these words of praise
hold some notes of truth
here my mind is free
Trials never cease their pain
so as thus always a work incomplete
learn to see the growing beauty
within the strokes undefined
harshest critic always holds the brush
release control to the heart behind
for where the passion leads
there your beauty blooms
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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