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Poetry

True Life

True life exist in you,

as you flow in the river,

as you reach through the womb.

And at that we are one,

We become our true selves again.

Thanks for your persistence,

and the energy it gives.

Thank you for the seeds that flower in my being.

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Mind Fragments Poetry

Rhythm of Life

Rhythm of Life, I feel all across my body.

Like a lingering light, wanting to cross over,

to the other side of existence,

to somewhere where it’s bright.

Light is the remedy,

I was told it was all it meant to be loved,

and I wonder, if I did or if I did not,

still Im here waiting for it to come.

The circle encloses in infinity of my mind, and yours in my hand.

Creation did happen, and oh, it was so Pure!

Forgive me for saying it was all it ever could.

Reach through my body of everlasting Light,

now I´m home, now I will suffice.

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Poetry

The Dock

The dock was fleeting above the ground, carried by the water.

Swift molecules, rubbing together, creating it’s true form, as of now.

I felt so loved. I felt true. I was born.

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Mind Fragments

YESSSS

The New Way in which we are coming through, the new life we always wanted, is here. Cause we are the wave of the forgiven, the ones who will cross the barriers. Just wait and see, and hold your tongue cause we are forever and you know its true.

Give me a light and and bring it FORWARD.
Always moving to the forever conscious. OKAY? YESSSSS!

Now
now
now
now
now
and now.

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Poetry

The Seed of Creation

The seed of creation is living in our cells, it’s performing miracles each and every day.

That is the truth I have longed to feel, that is what I want to see!

´Cause the seed of creation is everywhere, in your soul, trust you’ll forget.

And that is okay.

It will find a purpose.

The Seed Of life is in you and me.
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Poetry

Just a Reflection, It Was You and I

You and I,

In the reflection.

Catching purpose,

trying to fit in.

There was no way

there was no end,

only something I felt deep within.

Now it´s gone,

somewhere I don´t know.

Still I feel it,

like it was before.

Now my Love,

we reach for the stars.

We will be what our ancestors want.

A time will be,

when love is far.

Just remember Who You Are.

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Poetry

Canvass Of Life

My life is a canvass,

and I am the artist.

I paint my life

however I want it.

Sometimes red,

sometimes blue,

mostly green with colors of you.

Sometimes it’s white,

all which I choose,

I’m not gonna lie,

the dark gets me too.

But then I remember,

all colors are there,

no matter what happens

they won’t disappear!

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Mind Fragments

Where Attention Goes, Energy Flows

Where attention goes, energy flows. Know that you are power, the source, the pure Light of God.

We are the Universe expressing itself and it´s fucking beautiful. What you seek is seeking you. Follow the call!

You have been granted a mission, claim it! Believe in yourself. I know I do. Let’s change the world together.

If you want to change the world, you have to change your mind, how you think, what you think.

If you put trash in, trash will come out. Just like a computer. Except that we have feelings. It is these feelings we have to direct, to create, with focus and concentration.

Now is the start of the rest of your life, are you ready? Are you ever really ready? Does it matter?

No, it doesn’t. Because life doesn’t care if you are ready.

It expects that you are.

Your Life Matters
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Mind Fragments

Transmutation

Sometimes I don’t feel like doing anything. I just want to exist. The demands of the outside world seem impossible to carry out, as I drift off in a mental sleep, dreaming of another way of life.

When this happens I fray from indulging.

Life is a journey, and we are here to experience, learn and live it to the fullest. Nothing is constant yet its always the same, as it has been and always will be, just in another shape and form. Transmuted.

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