And Your Eloquance Was Grace
Higher Self
As poetic as Day and Night no bounds are known to the Great Creator
Pay no attention to the man behind the mask for he is unaware of even his very existence, for even this momentary thought is an abundance that the mind is too lowly to fathom on its own accord.
But let the mind rest and give way to the Spirit and then that existence begins to take shape in its realization of completeness.
For all has been accounted for and all can come to be, Should you just believe it to be so!
About the Creator
Dame Cass
How would I describe myself in 200 characters or less? Woman survivor of life currently, Visionary in the midst of pandemonium, full of cupcakes and covered in Cosplay…….. um did I mention my poetry and art.
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