John Spencer Poems

What we know as ego
Is but a shell around us.
We are not chicks yet.
Which came first?
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I feel your presence as in the dawn of creation
You surround me with love, with peace, with joy
Like the hand of the unknown, guiding
You shine, like the burning bush, spectacular
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Love is all that exists
Love inside all things
And Between the events
Everything that happens
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