Now or never
Our shape shifting soul has been to earth before
but though we’ve embraced both kings and the disgraced,
we know not who we are, so seek an encore,
until ego defaced, we’re by God’s touch graced.
Attached to body-mind, we’re bemused by thought,
dwelling not in tranquil silence as we ought,
so this time around, we choose not to be bound
and instead go in, treading on holy ground.
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