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| There is so much we strive to know. |
| Sometimes creating a feeling so |
| heavy, dense, down below |
| a heaven filled with stars, |
| where vision stretches far, |
| Oh far. |
| For this is the sensation we feel, |
| when man, the creation, is really nothing to be. |
| Then awareness becomes sharp, clear, dear. |
| We enter the void |
| of past, present, also things we've only toyed. |
| "Can it be real?", not just a speel! |
| Is this the pop up to the next level? |
| Disjointed are facts |
| for harmony lays |
| in the crest of a wave |
| where true love plays. |
| Our hunger proves one thing right. |
| For love is the key, |
| but man, let it BE! |
| It's not a game |
| with buttons to play. |
| Listen to nature. |
| You need not try harder, |
| for within us the steps are already made. |
| We are divine, |
| and we will naturally climb. |
| Just stay true to yourself |
| and let your essence shine. |
| Walls are self made. |
| We came into and leave this world naked |
| and bare. |
| Complexities are there |
| to test our will and our skill |
| to listen to our hearts. |
| The opportunity to grow |
| in spirit, as you know, |
| is available in so many forms. |
| For our true love is ultimately known |
| as our beautiful, universal home, |
| far from diverse flesh and bone. |
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© Sara Smerdon |