We’re borrowed, from something larger
Not borrowed like a cup of sugar
from the next door neighbor
Nothing that simple, or sweet
We can’t quite grasp this something
therefore, no idea its size, our size
In this case, size REALLY doesn’t matter
This something, beyond space, time
any physical properties, dimensions
No location; neither here nor there
This something, identityless
No face, gender or name
like Yahweh, Jehovah, Brahman
Neither this nor that, because
it has no divisions or parts
like a car, body or solar system
Since we’re borrowed
we don’t own ourselves
We owe it all
to this something larger
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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Poetic Alchemist 
Yeah, but is it bigger than War and Peace? I never pass up a chance to mention I read it, lol.
Your last comment to OF ended up lining up perfectly with someone else’s comment to result in a post that seems to have been helpful to a couple people so far. Thanks! Again, sorry for misspellings, visual problem on this end.
Thanks Kai. Glad you’re well, and yes I am too.
like the poem like how you change your poem!
i am well thank you
hope you are too.
Dan: Thanks so much. Thought you’d like this one.
Aurobindo Iannone
Nice!
Thanks!