The World Is Not My Home
As i pass thro
Some times
In a hurry
Or at times ease
I chance to glance
Behind at times
At times above
And sometimes below
I leave the ticks
& the tocks as i glance behind..
I dont trample below my present..as i look down..
And i glide to see my future ahead when i look above....
Oh am just a mortal
Soul or otherwise
I know not yet
Never born
Never will die
Just visiting
Planet earth
Having fun
As i transgress...
Oh all ye who walk the
earth
Behold the powers it bestows
Bask in the sunlight
Bathe in the moon light
Father time and mother earth will take us thro this journey...
And in times like this
I pray and breathe in my blessings
And exhale gratitude and humbleness
Its then i realise
Quiter i become
The more i listen..
The world is not my home
Just passing thro
What is done is done
I pray i bear these learnings in mind
When i come around the next time....
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