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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBR3s9fyp7ImA9WhVTEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630928889818369841</id><updated>2012-02-23T12:37:36.567-06:00</updated><category term="spirit communication" /><category term="addiction" /><category term="paranormal poetry" /><category term="spiritual" /><category term="poetry. psychic" /><category term="empathic poem" /><category term="spiritual poetry" /><category term="nature" /><category term="relationships" /><category term="mystic poetry" /><category term="soul centered poetry" /><category term="ghost" /><category term="spirits" /><category term="love poetry" /><category term="betrayal" /><category term="spirit poem" /><category term="ghost poem" /><category term="life" /><category term="medium" /><category term="going within" /><category term="life poem" /><category term="writing poem" /><category term="paranormal poem" /><category term="poetry" /><category term="ghosts" /><category term="love poem" /><category term="paranormal" /><category term="love" /><category term="empathic poetry" /><category term="spiritual poem" /><category term="poems" /><title>Empathic Poet</title><subtitle type="html">Poetry of Empathic Psychic Medium Beth Layne</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Beth Layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851319156184220697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhdzbNLWjpQ/Sx1UCmOcVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nK96rnD1Qwg/S220/beth3.bmp" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/EmpathicPoet" /><feedburner:info uri="empathicpoet" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUASX0yeCp7ImA9WhRSFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630928889818369841.post-2953317515464525335</id><published>2011-11-16T19:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:10:48.390-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-16T19:10:48.390-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="empathic poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystic poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual poem" /><title>Choices</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/feeds/2953317515464525335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630928889818369841&amp;postID=2953317515464525335" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/2953317515464525335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/2953317515464525335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~3/mG0ooKdH7Zo/choices.html" title="Choices" /><author><name>Beth Layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851319156184220697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhdzbNLWjpQ/Sx1UCmOcVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nK96rnD1Qwg/S220/beth3.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I am, you are, we are -
All one in the same;
Hating being pointless -
War brings only shame.

Within the battle -
Reaching, screaming out;
War wages oneself -
Self - what it is about.

Tiny ripples growing -
Intensity slowing building;
The rising of the unseen -
Ever increasing shielding.

Before our eyes -
Bending of the forces;
Will you awaken?
Know these are choices.

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Underneath the wince, the emotion I notice -
I read not your expression; the energy is clear;
An observation at the deepest level, but still -
Only an observation - emotion does not appear.

This, a way of being, seen by others abstract -
The knowing, and wanting to know possesses;
Few, though seem to see it as it really is -
Blessed souls now here to lead the masses.

And wrong, I am, for this 
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For all these years I have waited;
When will you finally speak truth?
For so long you have debated.

And what day can I plan on
To be finally free of this pain?
To hear those words, I beg you,
Before this aging mind is insane!

Is it, then, you don't feel it?
Do my own senses only deceive?
I know this with all of my being -
What is it, my love, you believe?

An 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WuPojZO11GL5jZ3HNsFckwAPYKc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WuPojZO11GL5jZ3HNsFckwAPYKc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~4/QUipOwObRCk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empathicpoet.com/2011/06/for-love-or-karma.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EMQn8_cSp7ImA9WhZSEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630928889818369841.post-9989007547567953</id><published>2011-03-24T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:54:43.149-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-24T21:54:43.149-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual poem" /><title>Deep Within</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/feeds/9989007547567953/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630928889818369841&amp;postID=9989007547567953" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/9989007547567953?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/9989007547567953?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~3/UDmpz50J7j4/deep-within.html" title="Deep Within" /><author><name>Beth Layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851319156184220697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhdzbNLWjpQ/Sx1UCmOcVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nK96rnD1Qwg/S220/beth3.bmp" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Deep beneath the soul, yet on the very surface -
Who we appear to be, the ultimate illusion;
From divine love there is never any separation -
We are only masked by the frequency of confusion.

Always aching and yearning for something missing -
Longing for the place we truly call home;
Looking for the other half, who is not here -
In perpetual motion, the heart will always roam.

An awareness begs
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Leading nowhere, never ending -
Looking always for the way;
Evidently lost, not pretending.

A cycle of will non-existent;
The other cycles continue to spin -
Revolving always, forever behind;
There is never any way to win.

Perfectly in sync at different paces;
Never any closer or farther away -
Missing the exit on every round;
It wasn't meant to be this way.

A 
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The muse that waltzes through my soul;
A never ending emulsion of the unexpected -
The flow of spirit, the beautiful goal.

A dance like no other underneath the stars -
Moonlight glowing through the shadows;
Taken away to another place and time -
Basking in all the soul hallows.

Unconditional and unbridled fiery passion -
A moment of mesmerizing 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aeC-5iMFpfCCtLhhFO-HEdiHasU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aeC-5iMFpfCCtLhhFO-HEdiHasU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~4/TKq636_WXhI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empathicpoet.com/2011/02/dance-of-muse.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUICQnc_eip7ImA9Wx9WFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630928889818369841.post-6802997558513279287</id><published>2011-01-21T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:32:43.942-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-21T20:32:43.942-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="empathic poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poetry" /><title>Trust the Heart</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/feeds/6802997558513279287/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630928889818369841&amp;postID=6802997558513279287" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/6802997558513279287?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/6802997558513279287?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~3/DMw4zLAZutA/trust-heart.html" title="Trust the Heart" /><author><name>Beth Layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851319156184220697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhdzbNLWjpQ/Sx1UCmOcVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nK96rnD1Qwg/S220/beth3.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Hair with hues of blue, as the darkest raven -
Deep, lustrous pools of passion look out,
Seeing not what stands patiently before him,
All, in fear, this invisibility brought about.

What speaks to and urges on the soul -
The glorious passion that ever burns within;
Trust never being an option, as it seems -
Would the opposite of that be such a sin?

You see letting go as taking away this fire -

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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HGBiffxwYt1uHDJjWSWSh2VQJJg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HGBiffxwYt1uHDJjWSWSh2VQJJg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~4/DMw4zLAZutA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empathicpoet.com/2011/01/trust-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cGRnk8eSp7ImA9Wx9WEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630928889818369841.post-4711255079473393485</id><published>2011-01-17T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T12:30:27.771-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-17T12:30:27.771-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="empathic poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="addiction" /><title>Spawned by Addiction</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/feeds/4711255079473393485/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630928889818369841&amp;postID=4711255079473393485" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/4711255079473393485?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/4711255079473393485?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~3/PfQTRGIMlZY/spawned-by-addiction.html" title="Spawned by Addiction" /><author><name>Beth Layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851319156184220697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhdzbNLWjpQ/Sx1UCmOcVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nK96rnD1Qwg/S220/beth3.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Anxiety ridden, always waiting -
Tuned to the one hundredth degree;
Lost in the ugly dreaded moment,
Knowing what never can be.

This thing has its nasty hold -
Carrying you without consciousness,
Breaking every emotion within;
Taking you away to its nothingness.

So not a thing that can just be observed -
Caught in the rigid emotional trap;
Knowing you are the only one with keys -
Only you can 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-a1Qd05d5rWxSNRv7E0vsa6IRrU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-a1Qd05d5rWxSNRv7E0vsa6IRrU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~4/PfQTRGIMlZY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empathicpoet.com/2011/01/spawned-by-addiction.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8DSX48cCp7ImA9Wx5VFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630928889818369841.post-8812632812041610814</id><published>2010-10-07T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:41:18.078-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-07T23:41:18.078-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="empathic poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poem" /><title>Waiting</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/feeds/8812632812041610814/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630928889818369841&amp;postID=8812632812041610814" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/8812632812041610814?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/8812632812041610814?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~3/1lvSK3ebMOY/waiting.html" title="Waiting" /><author><name>Beth Layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851319156184220697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhdzbNLWjpQ/Sx1UCmOcVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nK96rnD1Qwg/S220/beth3.bmp" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">And so I wait for you with bated breath -
Spinning in sleepiness but wanting your touch;
Hoping for the rush of your energy coming in -
It is only you, I could anticipate so much...
The thought of your breath as you whisper,
Leaves my body in boundless chills -
I hear your voice and feel you so very clear,
The rush of my imagination, my heart feels.
And so I leave you for the land of dreams -
In 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LrXumUK99YcW1eoLfwoDYObgfoM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LrXumUK99YcW1eoLfwoDYObgfoM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~4/5ZfJdmvQ8GQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empathicpoet.com/2009/12/shadow-man.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcDRHszeCp7ImA9WxNaFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630928889818369841.post-2607827970816941195</id><published>2009-11-29T04:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T05:11:15.580-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-29T05:11:15.580-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poetry" /><title>You Are Me</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/feeds/2607827970816941195/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630928889818369841&amp;postID=2607827970816941195" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/2607827970816941195?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/2607827970816941195?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~3/s0_mpz9I9Ls/you-are-me.html" title="You Are Me" /><author><name>Beth Layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851319156184220697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhdzbNLWjpQ/Sx1UCmOcVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nK96rnD1Qwg/S220/beth3.bmp" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">In every moment I see your smile -You should be here with me;I long to feel your gentle touch -But I wonder now, will this be?Connected across time and land -To know your heart once again;Your boundless soul knows mine -But this time, will my heart win?A fleeting thought I know is yours -A song I hear, always in my mind;I know you are thinking of me -But, will my heart, you find?I can see through
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2mWYnS0FOUvfxMpRIJ7Ac8UNfpc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2mWYnS0FOUvfxMpRIJ7Ac8UNfpc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~4/s0_mpz9I9Ls" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empathicpoet.com/2009/11/you-are-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcCQno5fCp7ImA9WxBTGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630928889818369841.post-5492805491425420899</id><published>2009-09-17T08:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:11:03.424-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-14T10:11:03.424-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="empathic poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="empathic poem" /><title>Powerful Words</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/feeds/5492805491425420899/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630928889818369841&amp;postID=5492805491425420899" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/5492805491425420899?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/5492805491425420899?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~3/VQC5AV05cnI/powerful-words.html" title="Powerful Words" /><author><name>Beth Layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851319156184220697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhdzbNLWjpQ/Sx1UCmOcVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nK96rnD1Qwg/S220/beth3.bmp" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">So powerful are the words that you speak -Why, indeed, do you speak to me in this way;Hidden in the shadows, concealing yourself?Light is truth, opened wide - words you say.Is it then, a game you play? - you do see me -That acknowledgement, I give, that you seek;In tune, indeed, or did this take study?Clever, you are, in knowing where I am weak.Is your intent, then, to frighten? -To leave me with
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QdFYe237DwlsiQrcYjxAzW4JH-8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QdFYe237DwlsiQrcYjxAzW4JH-8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~4/VQC5AV05cnI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empathicpoet.com/2009/09/powerful-words.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HRn06fSp7ImA9WxNSF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630928889818369841.post-4792955292967737548</id><published>2009-08-31T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:30:37.315-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-31T22:30:37.315-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poetry" /><title>Centuries</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/feeds/4792955292967737548/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630928889818369841&amp;postID=4792955292967737548" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/4792955292967737548?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/4792955292967737548?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~3/WWBEGxz3PlE/centuries.html" title="Centuries" /><author><name>Beth Layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851319156184220697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhdzbNLWjpQ/Sx1UCmOcVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nK96rnD1Qwg/S220/beth3.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I have known you through centuries -In my dreams I am gently guided;Times and eras where we have been -Blessed memories, I stand excited.For all eternity, I have known you -Through each cycle, to find you at last;Once again, remembering every event;As if, all in one moment, is our past.What was it, my love, that I once did?A cell of worry exists through fear;Perhaps, it is, you misunderstood -It 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jwT2_Q0ZIXQq1Uw98XF9s9bQFkI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jwT2_Q0ZIXQq1Uw98XF9s9bQFkI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~4/QB482gB91ck" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empathicpoet.com/2009/08/butterflies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cEQ3ozfSp7ImA9WxNSE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630928889818369841.post-3702221417263141791</id><published>2009-07-08T22:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:56:42.485-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-27T09:56:42.485-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="empathic poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="empathic poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poetry" /><title>Unlocked Treasure</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/feeds/3702221417263141791/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630928889818369841&amp;postID=3702221417263141791" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/3702221417263141791?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/3702221417263141791?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~3/TAsZYzkyzRw/unlocked-treasure.html" title="Unlocked Treasure" /><author><name>Beth Layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851319156184220697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhdzbNLWjpQ/Sx1UCmOcVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nK96rnD1Qwg/S220/beth3.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">At times I've thought to break the silence -That lingers still between you and I;Uncertain if I really should do that or not -Wondering if you've thought of our goodbye;To share such, as all that we shared -Distance between us so vast and great;How can one just simply walk away -From paths that crossed by fate?Irrational words burst through emotion -No time to think, impatient with pain;Angry for
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/764j_9olsQ9JU5XuT5cMXKjZXeI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/764j_9olsQ9JU5XuT5cMXKjZXeI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~4/TAsZYzkyzRw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empathicpoet.com/2009/07/unlocked-treasure.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcNSHY6fip7ImA9WxFRE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630928889818369841.post-5665129014573264770</id><published>2009-07-08T13:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T13:54:59.816-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-26T13:54:59.816-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soul centered poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="empathic poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual poem" /><title>The Fire Within</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/feeds/5665129014573264770/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630928889818369841&amp;postID=5665129014573264770" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/5665129014573264770?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/5665129014573264770?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~3/UgmUKPexgZE/fire-within.html" title="The Fire Within" /><author><name>Beth Layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851319156184220697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhdzbNLWjpQ/Sx1UCmOcVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nK96rnD1Qwg/S220/beth3.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Find the ember that starts the flame -Let flame light flame through your being;Let loose the creativity inside you -Then visions of heaven, you'll be seeing.Let your spirit soar beyond all fears -Look back in triumph from where you are;Love with every ounce of your heart -Dance in gratitude for every star.Set loose the oxygen to fully ignite -Breathe deeply and exhale the weight;Know you are 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7B9FzgpHo_qrbJrTisR307V0NcM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7B9FzgpHo_qrbJrTisR307V0NcM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~4/pQiAtZiT2EE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empathicpoet.com/2009/07/my-lovers-clovers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEDQXc4fSp7ImA9WxJVEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630928889818369841.post-1850221312126489021</id><published>2009-06-27T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:24:30.935-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-27T19:24:30.935-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual poem" /><title>Open</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/feeds/1850221312126489021/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630928889818369841&amp;postID=1850221312126489021" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/1850221312126489021?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/1850221312126489021?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~3/T7EONnxr4R8/open.html" title="Open" /><author><name>Beth Layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851319156184220697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhdzbNLWjpQ/Sx1UCmOcVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nK96rnD1Qwg/S220/beth3.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Until the sun shines on the morrowI will wait, enchanted by all it brings I am growing by leaps and boundsI wait, as the bird on my window singsOpen to all I can enjoy this dayOpen to all growth I can receiveOpen to all those I can guide in spiritOpen to all those who will believeBrought through all to stand straightAs the tree swayed but did not bendSo my spirit has followed its leadAnd brought 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xWT51HOG3dc2diZ-Pmx7zkZ2yJg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xWT51HOG3dc2diZ-Pmx7zkZ2yJg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~4/rFdNblN7hAA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.empathicpoet.com/2009/05/open-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cMSXg4eSp7ImA9WxJQF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630928889818369841.post-7077796329502082432</id><published>2009-05-16T15:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:44:48.631-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-31T14:44:48.631-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual poem" /><title>Visions</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.empathicpoet.com/feeds/7077796329502082432/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630928889818369841&amp;postID=7077796329502082432" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/7077796329502082432?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630928889818369841/posts/default/7077796329502082432?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EmpathicPoet/~3/C0PnWsJgL-A/visions.html" title="Visions" /><author><name>Beth Layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851319156184220697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhdzbNLWjpQ/Sx1UCmOcVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nK96rnD1Qwg/S220/beth3.bmp" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">In the pyramids of my tired mind,I see the stretch that you bore;Such innocence lost so young,Life for you, exists no more.What once was a vibrant light,Has ceased now in this realm;All for the growth and love,Of all those you were around.Tonight I see it all so clearly,And now I carry your message;Peace be brought unto you,Blessed be your soul's passage.Copyright Beth Layne 2009
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