What fascinates me
is we fail to see
truth before our eyes
and bliss beats that rise.
Objects we behold,
around our mind rolled,
are present in space,
manifest by grace.
Before we exhale,
to again inhale,
there’s a pregnant pause,
of this dream world’s cause.
What fascinates me
is we fail to see
that we’re breathed by God,
yet not overawed.
Body is but dust,
from Mother Earth’s crust,
which we then...
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