Blessing Intuitive Light
Blind obedience till death,
a transitory illusion at best.
Following others a crossed path,
a maze of continuing half truths.
These centrifugal forces finding foe,
a marginal mayhem to behold.
Don’t step up and follow along,
it may feel safe but alas not strong.
Reach within and grasp your soul,
traveling this road you will not be alone.
Do dare this path of trusted insight,
a power to witness blessing intuitive light.
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