The Little Hand
First I saw my little hand,
awareness understood.
I am alive and this is good.
And as years passed, self-knowledge grew,
of more than part to whole I knew
all the thoughts that were my mind
unveiling mysteries to find
the truthful meanings that should be
awakening inside of me
awareness from my spirit birth
divinely granted on this Earth
to let me know I was alive
with innate courage to survive
The hand I saw, will one day pass,
into a state that will not last.
Yet in spirit I’ll know all,
a thriving keen beyond the pall.
It's from spirit that I came.
My soul-awareness is the same.
This is my true identity,
on into eternity
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