Can I still think your different
even if deep down you turn out to be the same,
just like everybody else?
Consumed by their own selfish simple standards;
attempting to trap time so they can sit it on a shelf
and wonder WHY life has to be so limiting.
Their frightened.
Your frightened.
Do you let love bloom inside your very being
or do you steal that time and use it only to better yourself?
Doesn't anybody see?
CAN'T ANYBODY SEE LIKE ME?
With love, your time becomes the way it used to be,
remember the way it was in your infancy? -
Landmarks of opportunities,
rivers of devotion,
infinite oceans of creation and expressions.
The time where you could gaze at the clouds
for hours
and be mesmerized by the quite remarkable symmetry.
And this time,
if your love is deeply purified,
the timeless nature never
NEVER
floats away.
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