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The change that comes with truth |
Daphodiles laugh and daises shine and the sun warms the meadow of wind filled time. As the stirring on the ground is the stirring on my soul. As shouts explain truth when it is found and as dragons soar in the skies in imagination and created stories take flight. Let’s all remember to sing and play and not fight away the night of our life. To be a rock sitting on the earth as wind passes dirt over and blows dirt under. And we think at night as shadows pass over our eyes and stars pass over our eyes with dreams as milk the way and show forth vision and glory road written down on paper. To be a knight astride a horse ride the hope of battle into inner heart tear apart fracture truth or reality. And we see a new day dimming as they the horsemen need shout “day not death!!” A piece of my heart is a piece of my soul I do not know the meaning of this but I write without looking the earth cannot contain the heartfelt voice or prayer. When demons and men laugh, enjoy the end of fruit for that is the sweetest. You know the truth is the most fought against, foe does not fight against truth, truth fights against truth and washes away any sense of battle long fought over the hill and under the hope. To be or not to be the soul yells. To be or not to be the soul questions and it is not death that is contemplated but truth acceptance and change forced. The force of freedom fight against and for the truth creation. But still the hill yells conqueror and conquistador fight against the foe. Be a change in your own life then you’ll know where to go. |
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