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by Betty Trading around our purpose, what use is this one? Redundant and transforming Lies of terror We don't need this. I'm here without a name Naked in my ways In my morals..fade them away Learn and keep moving. Clean myself of collective dirt. Clean...New I see my reflection in waters that heal Jump into a pool of Divine ecstasy I see myself and I see you Drank the life and now eager to teach such hidden mysteries Beautiful. These sparks of enlightened choirs, sing through my body and my words Express themselves through my kiss and love for mankind I have no doubts of our ascension We as a whole will become that again Whole. Fourteen Dalai Lamas... Billions of Buddhas... I see one right now. |
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