Page 194 - DOTHH Flipbook

D
of the
HOLY HEART
Every time we felt alone or forsaken Barrenness did not alight upon us
Like an outer desert of misfortune
Our within-ness suffered the malady of distraction
Distracted:
From the Opulent Infinity Of warm love
And endless flourish That we Are
Distraction swirls in chaotic nodes Forming the backdrop of our environment-sphere A collective global fog of distraction
An ancient distraction
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