Thought of the day
this earth vessel has chores to do
but we know what’s known to but few
that we are but actors in stage
where linear time turns the page
and in truth life is just a dream
of illusions we chose to stream
the truth is there is no one here
what’s born will die, will disappear
back in the void, wherefrom it came
we know this yet we play the game
to imbibe within, vibes of love
as God’s grace in-pours from above
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