Casper
Casper, the friendly ghost kisses
our forehead between the eyebrows,
bestowing vision heart misses,
to recognise truth, mind now knows.
Casper visits those of pure heart,
whose aura exudes agape love
and in such souls he inks his art,
as blessings that pour from above,
whence we feel bliss ignition start;
joyous tidings of God’s peace dove.
Casper is our friend and yours too,
as ego cravings we undo,
breath by breath, all breaths thus entwined,
playing our life role as assigned.
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