To Whom Does This Come
“I am not the body, which is but dust
I am not fickle and limited mind
To whom then comes the feral thrust of lust
Or for that matter, thoughts loving and kind.”
I am a loving child,
I come from the great I Am.
Spirit filling my very being,
from head down to my toes.
Mind always centered,
centered upon the I Am.
The dark side is filled with lust,
there is no room for lust in the light.
The light shines brightly,
with thoughts of love and kindness.
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