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I am speechless love hubby xoxoxoxoxox

My last words here on Neopoet. Something I've been trying to bring to every place I have ever existed... net or real life. "Namaste." "I honor the place in you in which the entire Universe dwells, I honor the place in you which is of Love, of Integrity, of Wisdom and of Peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are One." I may have done an abysmal job at Neopoet. I may have brought out into the open things we need to look at individually and collectively. Only conscience and heart can answer. You and I are cut from the same cloth my darling JayCee. It is appropriate my last vote is your poem of Namaste. And I didn't always vote for you. ;-) Love always to you and Neopoet. Long live Neo, may it rise to the occasion of itself being all that it can be! Love, mummy "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti

Again you surprise me with your depth and wisdom. I, too, have cut my own heart from my body... Love, Cat

an eye-opener into the reasons for self-mutilation. I'm stunned at your ability to describe these emotions. Wonderful work Seren. I salute the God within you. Love Judy

Quite a journey indeed and you lay the path for us so well. Marvelous write that, I would guess, was heavy to complete. But then, that need often supersedes doesn't it? All the best, Nathaniel

Ann of Norway Pulling out the heart that is Jayne. This is epic, like the modern film makers you are able to turn yourself inside out and still remain whole, wonderfully particular. I specially loved this verse where I can see the stretched out skin, Native American style, or Aboriginal bark painting style, and I CAN hear the thickness of it and the start of calligraphy wow such a picture. Have been the day in the Oslo Technical Museum and seen fantastic things and the children google-eyed at the experiments just as exciting watching them as seeing anything there, we also saw all the human parts on models, and on a screen where we were hot or cold, and this poem after all that is a continuation of the extraordinary in human creations and here in poetry. "I stretched out my dermis till a feather was thicker, it was then the calligraphy started" I think this whole poem is STUNNING! Jayne Chloe, just stunning. The title too yes yes yes! You've done it again, and will do it yet again I know it. Ann with love XXOO