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A heart that loves too much
But can't convey that in a touch
A mind that hopes for the best
but often breaks thru too many a test
Eyes that see eternity
and want to share, that all may see
the glory that frets to be One
with all of us.
But other eyes turn to mine
with unheeding need
Why make a fuss?
Over nothing much
Let's talk of food, of politics or even gold
on these things they're really sold.
But ----- forever in me
strains to be free
Tossing , - - turning
my energy surges
yearning
barely bounded in matter
eager to merge again
in endless ecstasy
with all that IS.
Placed 7th
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