When we are thrown asunder
The we I say, Means I
Life as I know it, my time here spent
Each day, I have know; as I know it
Realizing we are a fragile shell,
Life means as much to a bird, not yet born
See the parents mourn the loss, think of the link
A parent and the unborn
The life that results, from a fragile mind
The analogy to me, is clear
A fragile life, is a fragile life
When it shatters, the mourn is still loss
Still a sadness that one feels, to lose
To have a loss
What matters is what we choose to hold, to let
Go
To let the truth unfold, as truth
To see our inner soul, as real
What we really are, what we really feel
It's hard sometimes, dark sometimes
I find, as those inner truths are told
Not always there, but it grows and breeds
Love exists everywhere, for everyone
What we sink in, is what one finds
I hold this true for everyone, I know
So it's there, that truth
We are all ugly and dirty
In some ways, face it
It hurts.
Now move on
The love in front of you
Imagine it
The love we see in front of us
Our Self, Our One
Who we are, the person
We are the love we feel all round
Friday, November 2, 2012
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