Paranormal Explore
As this world is not my home,
Into the paranormal I often roam,
Into the center of my being,
In a Godly way I’m seeing,
That there are many things of mind,
Worth absolutely not the time!
Illusions of the mind’s protrusions,
Leads a soul to false conclusions.
As top a spinning has a center spin,
Kept from chaos by love’s yin.
A soul must center as it began,
Or else dwell of a mind of sin.
The precept is uncompromised,
Never telling the mind lies.
Is sought to be owned by the many…
minds, is source of life a plenty…
The mind yang,
Thinks he knows everything,
And wants greed of gain,
Even though it’s causing pain.
These protrusions vain,
totally insane,
reveal your wild child Cain!
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