‘At times, there are whispers-
of voices long since passed.
Shades in the hallway,
shimmering on dust.
Darkness;
part of you and me,
breathing below ground
Empty eye before the stars,
Vast, before life's sound.
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A self of knowing silence,
before our births unseen
Each hour and speck encompassed
Nothing more,
nor less
has been’
Thanks for sharing🙏🌎
That’s beautiful, Ross. Love it 💙🙏