I am waiting. I know you will come, when does not matter to me: I am old, and patient.
When you arrive, I will be ready. Maybe, by then, you will be wiser. If not, woe to you.
You may think that, after those eons, I should have forgotten. Poor you. I forget nothing, ever.
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Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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Well let go, no one is coming anywhere old become older and life moves on, wishing woe may ruin someone’s happiness, and completely ruin the one who wishes it…let go of all for good
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It’s comment to the poetry nothing personal, since it struck me that this poetry is not about love but of possessions
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