all life passes here
over snow-capped mountains’ toil
with soul mate Garmins
all life passes here
on its way beyond the veil
coming and going
o’er snow-capped mountains
gold anchor threads slip away
we grow – or shed – wings
with soul mate Garmins
our bonds become beacons
spirit bread crumbs
Tao Talk 
Lovely poem Li
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Thank you, Sadje 🙂
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You’re most welcome
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what a sky! (K)
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I really like that image also.
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I love your language here, Lisa.
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K, thank you and glad it resonates with you ❤
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Nice one Lisa…I love that picture.
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It’s the corridor each one of us walks and if we are blessed we reconnect through lifetimes. It’s a metaphysical version of a time machine. Thank you, Max.
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For some reason it brought back those View Master reels… really cool.
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❤
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….spirit bread crumbs… I like that. 🙂
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I’m happy it pleases you 🙂 Thanks, Jules.
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😀
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