A blue and purple horizon
Lines the sky as
Dark waves in the slumber winter.
Living room palm trees
And royal ferns
Are just the fraction of the plants
My mother asked me to care for.
Cars and planes rumble
Foreshadowing the day
Of our Earth’s rotation.
We move to bleed, to talk, to ritualise
That we are alive
That we are here to stay
That we are always inaccurate
And not always so authentic.
So, welcome this new day
And all the hand we have to shake.
What we ritualise
Is illusion in disguise
Blocking divine surprise
Of pristinity
Mantra then not by choice
But guided by inner voice
As in stillness we rejoice
Divine connectivity
Take the mantra Ohm
Manifesting a bliss dome
Vibrationally our true home
Reclaiming divinity
No pattern following
No self within anticipating
Save innocence celebrating
Timeless eternity
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