Land of Plenty
My land is lush and green;
a land where crystal rivers flow.
Mountains of amethyst majestic
in their splendour provide a
backdrop for magical magnificence.
My land is rich and prosperous;
cultivating spiritual harmony,
tangible beauty, perfect peace.
A richness rare indeed in a world
where materialism is now the modern creed.
Where is the beauty then?
When you look with green and envious eyes
what beauty do you see? Avariciously
seeking the next material fix?
The picture tainted, tarnished, ruined
by the ruin of want. The possession of
possession. Relentless procession in
the earthly repression of the soul.
Break free then. Regain clarity,
travel with me to the land of plenty;
to a landscape lush and green.
A spiritual oasis in a desert of misery.
Bathe in crystal waters and cleanse
your spirit. Become a whole again.
Reclaim your soul again,
for you arrived here with it,
but it was quickly replaced by ego.
Fore go the chase for worldly wealth and look
within for prosperity for only then
will you dwell in magical magnificence.
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