Reflections
when fickle fate upsets our plan
we then do a consciousness scan
playing our hand as the cards fall
poised in vibrance in a bliss squall
propelled by divine magnetism
which illumines body-mind prism
so we simply watch life unfold
as familiar stories retold
spirits the same in new forms donned
forging a temporary bond
where once ego’s cry is decried
all energies are unified
ending seeming separation
merged as one in God’s creation
so as our presence we thus hone
in time we come into our own
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