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Control by Shirani Rajapakse
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Deep Knowing
… We are blinded with light, a prismatic explosion, a glittering universe Understanding Realizing we already knew Were full of it all along “Epiphany” by Patricia S. Wild Read More Submit Your Art and Writing to WAVES Interiors: Deep Knowing _________________________________________________________ On the shores of the celestial blue sea, Zora’s flimsy emotional...
We have always known each other. Our cells breathe the same song. Our kin is paper, canvas, cloth. The light that surrounds our bodies is the first light of morning.
Susan Roney-O’Brien
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The Q: How do we move from oneself to oneness?
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