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Out Of The Vast
There’s a part of the sun in the apple,
There’s a part of the moon in a rose;
There’s a part of the flaming Pleiades
In every leaf that grows.
Out of the vast comes nearness;
For the God whose love we sing
Lends a little of His heaven
To every living thing.
The Bard on the Hill 
Really lovely words
“The infinite vibratory levels, the dimensions of interconnectedness are without end. There is nothing independent. All beings and things are residents in your awareness. ” – Alex Grey
My thoughts from yesterday on the same: God Is…
Yes, indeed!
I have never seen this poem before…and it is so exquisitely simple and true. I must share!
True and to the point!