Talk with Avra

13/11/2025

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10/11/2025

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04/11/2025

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03/11/2025

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31/10/2025

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27/10/2025

The three Components of trust

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08/10/2025

I am such a look at the moon person!

Where did the moon go?

A sky that should be hung with silver light, the Full Moon due in her majestic place; I waited, watching for her splendid face, and only saw the thick, grey clouds of night.

A gauze of bruised cotton weaves and shifts and streams, a restless, murky blanket, deep and slow, it catches the cold light the bright orb gleams, and it smothers what the lonely watchers know.

I know she’s there, behind the shifting drape a circle vast, a pull of cosmic might, yet from this earthly, frustrated, small landscape, I get no vision of her purest light.

The Screen of the Soul, this is the way of truth when fear is near… or how a simple answer disappears. Our heart says… wait she will appear!

The Moon—the clear fact, the simple, steady aim—Is always present, constant in its place. Yet, the thick clouds—the worry and the blame—are only shadows cast by our own space.

We know the purpose, the bright goal is there, a pull to clarity, a perfect whole; no gravity… and until we let the murky atmosphere of doubt and sorrow pass.

Do we lose the soul- a sustaining sight? We curse the dark of night, when all we need is patience for the Moon’s own light. Next time it will shine bright.

By Avra Poelmann

08/10/2025

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06/10/2025