Be Peace by M.A. Burrows

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I  met myself without my story, inside of my  beautiful mind. We  made peace, my mind, and I.   In here, I am clear. I am  free.  I am awake. I am only noticing. Simply flowing back and forth, with little effort, my brilliant imagination in perfect sync with the calm, silent melody of knowing. It is quiet, without war. …