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History repeats
Until we learn
Until we see
The changing nature
Of our reality
Our foundation
Sits inside from our past
Arising through all our scars
From all our wounds
Our foundations strong
All those spaces
We belong
Until that day when
We unearth and let go
Of all those hurts
The grief we know
Our wounded heart cries out
why me?
Why am I Subjected to this reality?
Subjected to this earthly war
The game of life
We want for more
We want, we desire
For truth
To see
To feel
To open
To be free
Our birth
Becomes the open door
To life, our truth
The emptiness calls
Where you alone
Can only find
The hidden truth
Of your divine
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Free from all thought of “I” and “mine”, that man finds utter peace. ~Bhagavad Gita
Last edited by JustBe : 14-02-2020 at 04:15 PM.
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