Highest Self
Highest Self
In one life one death.
Living is by far harder than dying,
For we who suffer poverty.
In death surely no worries.
The soul never dies, knows not mortality.
Our bodies form and frame,
is that of earthly things ...
Fear not we will be again and again
It's up to us to get it right,
to be in service of the highest self,
conscious of highest of one,s being.
Or, again and again, we be form and frame.
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