Aim of the game
Eight billion souls mirroring God’s heartbeat,
granted full freedom to act as they please,
estranged from source find love and light deplete,
until shape shifting desires they release,
whence flowing with ease like the morning breeze,
they take a step back to stop flow of time,
dissolving presence in love’s bliss beat chime.
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