spirituality
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Platitudes and attitudes thst have long been held need updating We see the world is moving on and it’s evolving and ever changing But the barbaric hating the wars and violence continue on All cheered and egged along by a crowd lost in hystria Sing farewells, slogans and anthems But this is not just something…
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Why the obsession with self diminishment Why do we view ourselves as lesser beings We created a divide without self believing We set up God’s that are holy and divine That take the plaudits for all that is good Any wonderous feats or miracles Even as writers we ascribe to the belief That mist of…
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A simmering hex in the dark world Menacing whispers echo round Incantation spoken in Latin, then a roar Vibrations shaking and erupting through the floor Shadows flicker in the sinster light A feeling of goosebumps and enduring fright The gnashing of teeth and a salavating sound This is a dark and dangerous place that we…
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I see stars manifesting light I see you and me in iridescent flight Astral synergy we dance reflecting energy We are universal spiritual beings cascading free In a riot of colour, like a kaleidoscopic theme An exaltation of enlightenment resting midfully In the realms of meditation and our authentic beings A soul tribe all one…
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Now we finally see, the combined synergy of environmental groups Uniting their energies as well as their focus on creating change, in our future generations name, saving our planet, saving trees, saving all other species, for we all feel our earth bleed, yet as one united voice, governments will have no choice but to listen…
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Breaking out and breaking chains, breaking rules not playing games, looking to evolve and escape, from this hateful, toxic place. Flying high and soaring free, looking to question everything, seeking to change the way we live, finding spiritual imperitives, fundamental paradigm shifts, perspicaciousness that lifts, us up to higher frequencies of peace and love and…
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Why is life like a patchwork quilt Stiched together by our force of will, How comes the tales and stories Are written in ink by our quills, Speaking of how our inspirations live on still, No matter the hardships, of which we’ve had our fill. Yet mankind is stubborn and it does not give up…


