Friday, June 29, 2012

The Gift Of Life

You think you know me, but that just what you think
I’m not the story; I am not made of worry

I don’t have a life and fear to lose it
I AM the life and with my thought I can choose it

Behind the mask we are all the same, brothers and sisters in a collective wave
Through us the universe flow, let it experience itself, let it know

Be the flower and not only the plant; see the greatness in all living fate
When your form dissolves and leave this place, you will still be the life but with another face

The time is always, the time is now
I love you all… somehow

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