Realization
There is a distant past that summons all of us,
but how shall we hear if we know not to whom it speaks?
Why does not the tongue of our father speak our language?
Could it be that "we", like Moses was sent to the other side
to learn of their ways and to speak their language, that it
may help us to realize?
All that we inhabit and all that is instilled in us,
is not part of the perfect plan designed just for us.
We now hear in another language and see in another dimension
We realize it is the language that we’ve always heard and never understood,
and the life that we’ve always dreamed of is our reality.
We now press, we strive, and we die to our own minds,
because we’ve come to realize, that we can go home again
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