Silent night

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By Austin Hoehn

Every night in the silence of the world, I find the silence of my Soul. The truth is my truth and I learn about it in this silence. I find my Spirit, my Soul and the Universal Divine, all communicating in the silence of this time. Every morning of everyday I awaken to a changed person. I'm all new from the wisdom and knowlage of the silence from which I grew. I awken to a relization that at night I become less Earthly while my spirit is expanding. So I start the new day everyday with a more awken Spirit and a better understanding for and of who I am and who I can be as a human.

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September 23, 2006 18:51Dimplegirl

that is a very nice poem.. i like how you describe it. =)