The weight of me has left and I rise, eyeless, voiceless,the world a colorful but fading sight, an orb confiningAs bits of we, and he, and she, we rise in glory painlessto lose the ego side and be, one with God defining.
By Daniel B. Holeman The weight of me has left and I rise, eyeless, voiceless, the world a colorful but fading sight, an orb confining As bits of we, and he, and she, we rise in glory painless to lose the ego side and be, one with God defining.
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