“Are We Authentic?”

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“Are We Authentic?”

The world has never stopped changing and evolving since the beginning of time. Like a top that never stops spinning, being spun by world events, being pushed about like the wind, at times overpowering, forcing us to run for cover.

Though we have original roots to family, we, at the same time, are alone within ourselves. In the midst of hostility, greed, terrorism, poverty and loneliness, we become afraid for our lives and our connections to security.

We can allow ourselves to become heartless and indifferent, or we can stand determined; focused on the stark truth that we possess the power of love within to sustain us. Most of us were born with morals and a virtuous heart. Each of us makes the final decision to remain true to ourselves or become destructive to ourselves and corrupt in the world.

Donna Mary O’Connor (taurabella)

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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