oneness
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I find my mind will change itself.
My body will decay.
My thoughts, my dreams, my aspirations
turn to low vibrations and whither away.
All of these material things
that some hold dear to Heart...
I’m breathing
But am I living?
Do I wake up each morning ready
for the unpredictable opportunities of the day?
When a new door opens, do I step through?
I want to live in the jungles of your bones,
Explore the facial structure that makes
It seems sometimes, with this seperation of body from soul
That we can all become blind, invisioning the staircase in the tunnel to our goal
It seems sometimes, that we are all alone when we focus on ourselves
My form is fading.
Yet Time persists and
Substance lingers
on the tongue of the tiger—
withered by fire and
water,
