Moses Mosey
Have the light in the small
take hands accross hate
smelling of self,
realizing the big picture real
we really are beyond us,
dwarfing ego to the all
systems go on around us.
We are a part not wholly aware
but big truths can be learned,
drumming in our beyonds,
So our behinds don't fall
into abyss full self
we make our lives not part.
Apart the sea.
Rise.
Copyright © Peter Chrisler | Year Posted 2007
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