Resurrection
From death in all its glory
Where you enter into the core
Revisit the past arising
It never amounts to more
You walk on through those reactions
Your body signalling threads
Your awareness always sure
Going back is not for death
Death was just the signal
A greater part of you
Died in the past
In a maze of broken views
In a package of conditioned garbage
Baggage not your own
But the makings of another
Of so many other clones
Through all those minds in tatters
Not harnessed in their home
Displaced by others in them
Stories not their own
This generational curse
Where all the seeds laid down
Become the patterns in each other
Clouding minds
And battling frowns
Battling depression
Fears and struggles
Experiences sourcing them
The old, forgotten memories
Of our clan held tight within
Our lives entwined and broken
Cutting through the truth
Down deep
The source of hell on earth
Heaven when we peak
When You climb the mountains
Of each hurdle
All forgotten pain
Piled deep within you
Will become the
Forgotten flame
Ignited as your being
Illuminated so very bright
As clear as daylight rising
Beyond the darkened night
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Free from all thought of “I” and “mine”, that man finds utter peace. ~Bhagavad Gita
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