“Lost in the idea of time. . .
Forgotten words resurface through the light in my eyes. . .
My body is forgotten as I release the toil of my mind. . .
My soul is more precious than the coveted gold. . .
Behold, I Am not old; I Am of the Infinite. . .
Nature hold me as I sip from it’s nectar. . .
Reflecting the very essence of the harmony
Meant to shine throughout all of existence.
Chaos is the friction that gives us the story. . .
And because of that. . .
We get a multitude of chances to experience….
Glory
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“Lost in the idea of time. . .
Forgotten words resurface through the light in my eyes. . .
My body is forgotten as I release the toil of my mind. . .
My soul is more precious than the coveted gold. . .
Behold, I Am not old; I Am of the Infinite. . .
Nature hold me as I sip from it’s nectar. . .
Reflecting the very essence of the harmony
Meant to shine throughout all of existence.
Chaos is the friction that gives us the story. . .
And because of that. . .
We get a multitude of chances to experience….
Glory
-Balance Universal
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Thank you Brother! Is this beautiful poem something you just came up with?
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Yes! I was inspired to write when I saw it! So, I wanted to share my gift with you!
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