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The Child’s and My Circle
2 min readOct 9, 2021
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The Child’s and My Circle
By Jane Tawel
October 9, 2021
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Within me, every molecule
is still the little child.
She longs for my protection
but also, to run wild.
She was, but also is now;
and though I don’t know how,
she asks for my tomorrows,
to also let her be.
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Without,
I gaze with glazéd heart,
upon a world that glistens.
And if I only listen
to what comes whispered,
deep inside the stillness,
all integrates and merges.
Yes, I am on the verge of
Soul and soul emerging.
Then I and All have meaning
if and only if I stop demeaning
The Flow, the Interbeing.
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My life is not an arc or line.
It is a lovely, broken circle.
And every moment,
