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	<title>Comments on: Stream of Life</title>
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		<title>By: Rachelle Benveniste</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rachelle Benveniste</dc:creator>
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		<description>It brings me great joy to see a poem. Why poetry? So often the language of the tongue seems so limited. So, when we quiet our minds, and let Spirit sing through us, words beynd words may stream out of our pens, our hands.
And this one ceertainly reveals that. I am familar with Tagore&#039;s poetry but do not have a book of his ...yet. This poem may pull me to  that.

I feel I am breathing the breath of the poem, the breath Tagore was breathing when the words found their their way thrugh him, thus we are one.

Shoud our words come from a place less open and free, I say to all who want to expres: write them! Write and be kind to yourself. The words are not good or bad, they are part of your creative landscape. Tagore would understand, I am sure.</description>
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And this one ceertainly reveals that. I am familar with Tagore&#8217;s poetry but do not have a book of his &#8230;yet. This poem may pull me to  that.</p>
<p>I feel I am breathing the breath of the poem, the breath Tagore was breathing when the words found their their way thrugh him, thus we are one.</p>
<p>Shoud our words come from a place less open and free, I say to all who want to expres: write them! Write and be kind to yourself. The words are not good or bad, they are part of your creative landscape. Tagore would understand, I am sure.</p>
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