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Friday, June 20, 2008

58 Every Being Is Sacred

Sooner or later even Satan's minions are beyond duality
opinions lifted by Love's universal pinions.
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A playing boy's discarded stick became the father heron's
beakborn gift... for their nest a new twig...
the rejected stumbling block.. to the temple's
cornerstone he lifts
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Call no demon names. Focus on his divine core. See the gold
within his ore.
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Who besides a snake can swim in the grass?
Saiom Shriver
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