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Wholeness in its many streams
Floating by, floating dreams
Noticing, observing those
Breaking through
Their own flow
Looking in
I see my
Light
Turn to face
Their hidden plights
Their broken trails shed
And strewn, across the paths
Of all in tune
Where they
Reside
They blend their strewn
Forgotten dreams of ‘one’
Drift by, presence remains
Memories arise, broken pieces
Land on them, flowing through they
Source to mend
‘One’
Becomes
Their own blend
In moments realised
Wisdom never lies, it simply
Can’t deny, but look within, and bridge
Itself, torn by birth, torn by life of half its worth
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Free from all thought of “I” and “mine”, that man finds utter peace. ~Bhagavad Gita
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