I miss and long to embrace the precious souls, who in choosing to become aware, patiently waited for the rhythm of my pace to mirror my vision; those present, and those who moved on in a way that makes their return unlikely, if not impossible. Privileged, am I, to look beyond The Land of Me, to discover more than I am.
James F. Ross
2013
Craft Your Life In Motion 
A very beautiful poem . I am happy to see you here. I love the last line very much .Privileged ,am I, to look beyond The land of Me. It ´s a vision of your soul . thanks for sharing.
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Moving. If only so many of us weren’t caught in the land of ” Me “, like treading through wet mud.
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I agree, John. The Land of Me suffers from overpopulation 😉
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this is wonderful dear James. Many thanks.
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