Soul poemNicole GoottMay 27, 20181 min readUpdated: Sep 22, 2021This poem came to me after a period of sitting contemplation on March 31st 2018. Soul PoemI have lived before. I will live again. I am One. We are One. All is One. We are All.
Transformed in the fire of my crucible A crucible is a vessel originally made from clay, strong enough to hold a material subjected to extremely high temperatures without breaking
NoiseThere's a lot of noise, not in the physical sense such as the noise of humans moving about in the world. The energetic noise of pressure.
Finding your edgeFinding your edge - finding the limits of your current growth cycle, but without the ego and attachment associated with limitations.
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