A floating image
A fleeting thought
All that is out is all that is naught
Our experience leads us to knowledge
And when we use that knowledge we become wise
Yet All that You are is quite a bit more
As we rise and we fall, we rise again once more
We dance and we cry
In the scenes passing by
But yet that is not “it” when we die
Everything is told through a perspective
An imagined perceived curated difference
No one was ever created better than another
Only when we reach Truth do all the false bridges fall away
We’re in a time when human rights are considered optional
My oh my
The horrors accompanying this pathological sin
We face and we regret
We grow and we climb
The destination is truly yours to arrive
We frolic and play as the day passes by
A world of One
Yet to become
A piece of it all
Listening to Truth Love’s call
Rewriting the books
Using your voice
Make a vow
To better his Our story