In the middle during the middle, playing the fiddle of change ~ Rearranging, energy exchanging, gold mixed with loose change. Reach above it, out of covet, desired peace to stand ~ Micro to macro, sublime matter facto, salvation of shifting sand. Dolphins and whales fly in the sky, Sun penetrates the gloom ~ Open the widow, allow the truth flow, all to be revealed soon. Let go of the hurry, no need worry, all occurring in stride ~ Flow in the rhythm, feel the vision, be and enjoy the ride.
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AuthorKeala Brent |