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The Channel
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I was raised to not be you,
I was taught to see in you,
That which I craved,
That which I loathed;


Yet at times, I have felt,
That in thee, I could melt.


I was raised to not be God,
I was taught that I was flawed,
I would be saved,
If I were clothed; 


Yet at times, when I am not,
There is no I, there is no knot,
I am thus naked, I am thus open, 
I am not flawed, I am the flow,
And from this truth I shall not run,
It is divine, 
And that I know,
The stream of life may run through me,
His voice through mine,
Her love as me.




ekoh
© 2014