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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

The Soul

The soul
to the geography
of the heart.
It has heights
no sky has seen.
Places no architect
can build.
A singularity all its own.
Its tides
rise and fall
in eyes of wonder.
All that we can ever be
it is.
Forever is its life’s beginning.
It has as many names
as we can call ourselves.
It is our ultimate dimension,
where things
are among friends.

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