We read of wealth without gems..
We hear the mantra of 'soon'..
How this sound that is meant to sooth,
strikes the mind with a hammer..
The power of not wanting power beckons us..
Liberty needs no power when Love is God..
Time awakens and shouts;
" I am not dead yet"..
Serenity whispers back:
"Shhh, We do not shout here"..
namaste, thomas
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