It Is We

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The world falls away
Nothing more a man can pay
Only that which is the soul
What is it the heart holds
Easier to pretend than bleed
Ravenous hunger of love to feed
Walking dead, superficial spawn
Void and empty, dusk to dawn
Grasping at air, blinded eyes
Deafened ears, covered lies
Seeping wounds never healed
Hate filled soul’s darkness seals

The world falls away
Much more a man can say
Only that which is the soul
What is it the heart holds
The simple truth, no pretense
Stepping forth in love's defense
Filled with life, inner light shines
Communion again with the divine
Entering between, knowing eye
Hearing wisdom, willing to try
Forgiveness covers and heals
Loved filled souls beauty seals

Blended together yin and yang
Age to age life brings forth change
Embracing the totality of it all
Light and dark, wisdom's sweet call 
Together we choose to live or bleed
No longer you or me, it is now we
Flow of life, energy and vibration
Each giving forth a soul's creation
Learning through experienced sight
We can embrace, be in the light
Or merge into the shadows and fade
Consequences of choices already made

2016©

'You don't have to save me' | para56 | Source


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  1. UnknownOctober 30, 2016 at 5:30 PM

    Let us embrace!! Yes it is us... We can and we will!! Peace

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