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Original Poem: Inward and Outward by Angie Mack Reilly

Inward and Outward

by Angie Mack Reilly (c) 3.1.19

I’m a treasure hunter.
Miner.
Explorer.
Digger.
Sailor.
Dancer.
Truth finder.
Researcher.
Authentic.
I’m looking inward and outward.
Inward and outward.
Always inward and outward.
But looking.
Looking because of discontentment? Restlessness?
Or looking for hope? Looking to fulfill a much longed for dream?
Is the dream pure?
As in, is it just me being greedy or wanting my ego stroked?
Or is it OK to go looking for something such as love?  Or talent?  Or truth?
I am always digging deeper and reaching higher.
Again, is this me being discontent ?  Am I overly ambitious? Do I have faith that I will find something?
Absolutely.
That’s why I keep looking.                                                                                                        Inward and outward.

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