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He Less, He
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He Less, He

Poem By Raveendran N.V.

When he was alive
I wasn’t aware of that he less he
Acting within him.
I judged him as he that was visible
When he became still
I became aware
And wondered how
I believed in a he, a thing
-became a rotting thing
To be discarded.
Now, vow
I see the real he.

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The body is finite, but the soul is forever. Very astute, Raveendran. Warm regards, Sandra
A fascinating piece about the reality of who we are, the masks we wear and the universal spirit we share. Excellent poem. love, Allie xxxx