why are we here
soul encased in form
faces every storm
as of agreement
till its bereavement
all souls look for love
and grace from above
ours if we be still
then voids within fill
choosing to let go
of wayward ego
we feel magnetism
in this body prism
the table is laid
for bliss readymade
garnered in silence
sans thought violence
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