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Ego Speaks Mind Echoes the Soul Sings

                                                O
                                              My mind 
                   O                       Move
             My mind                 As if 
             Chasing               The skies 
          Shadows               Moved with you
      and Glass                Play  on earth
    beads.You                 like a  butterfly                                                     
  Squander                     that  kisses flowers.                          Ego 
   precious                       Walk  grounds, as if                          speaks
    Many                            every  step were last                         Mind
     Lives                   .         Every  step A recharge           Echoes
    thou                               Refuel  as a repository
   seek                                 to lay  new seeds
   worlds                              that shall 
     remain                           sprout                               The
     a wanderer                     in season                       Soul
      an ignorant                    in return                    SINGS
      in oblivion of                   sing to nature melodious ode
     the diamond                      new harmony.            notes
     Before your                        rearranged       beats  play
      Very eyes                           In their own       in Time
         My heart                           treads to retreat    
            Speaks                           Stories’  woven
                                     .           threaded  beads
                                                every lost  note 
                                               what was given
                                               in eternity
                                              is stored
                                             was lived
                                             returned   Seeded
                                            to source   Reposit
                                            manifold      Offerings
                                            to unknown  
                                       Known is Beautiful;    Is Bliss.
                        My offerings ; To Moments;  Lived;  Beatific.

          I reflect in pool of what was stored
      Music  Merged       and so are 
                                 The rhythm beats
                                 Some footprints do remain
                   and some dust on my feet. Love is a witness:
           Ego speaks; Mind echoes;  The Soul sings

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