Spiritually the Best
When I was free…
the little me, bigger than me now,
where all I sensed had condensed
to being grown somehow.
When others have forgotten
ourselves have always been…
reflecting the collecting
Miracles of being.
The glory that surrounds us
the beauty we ingest
Shapes us and defines us
Spiritually the best.
Am not sure how they lost it
for I have also wept
Though the little spark opposed to dark
somehow I safe kept.
My wish to all the suffering
cherish all the precious
Guard your soul and don’t let go
for when you do, you perish.
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