LIFE 1
There’s a place
Beyond love
Where the sick & old
Shed their burdens,
Free their tired souls
To formless light.
Peace.
It’s a place
Where babies surge,
Urging to grab their turn,
Embody old souls,
And free floating fall, sheer light,
To the raucous bedlam of earth,
& rekindle it with radiance.
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