Loving Life
All the little things we do for others builds a fortune in return.
The bridges we cross should be blessed with flower seeds instead of torches that burn.
There indeed is a thing called Carma which in essence is the frequency sent out and returns in a manafold respect.
With acts of vengence and words of strife always returns to the one issuing the response and neglect.
There is a deep mystical metaphysical meaning to this precious opportunity to explore life and all its glories.
A time to share, a time to weep, a time for joy and woes adding to the creators endless stories.
Once the perception clears in finding everything is one and One is everything there is only expansion.
Bringing only the cream of the crop to the very top for your eternal provided mansion.
Copyright © Wayne Smith | Year Posted 2023
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