Kingdom's Heaven
My how happy we are
when we haven't a thought to bar
The thinker then is not thee
For "I" think, "I" thought, "I" mustn't see
You will find what you seek
Be it wrong or right is self-deceit
Our purpose then is to play
A thinker's game, the thinker's way
Hitherto, we have been blind
Unawareness less we find
"It" was always with you
Though, "It" was never given
The answer is amidst you
In Kingdom's Heaven
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
Kingdom's Heaven
My how happy we are
when we haven't a thought to bar
The thinker then is not thee
For "I" think, "I" thought, "I" mustn't see
You will find what you seek
Be it wrong or right is self-deceit
Our purpose then is to play
A thinker's game, the thinker's way
Hitherto, we have been blind
Unawareness less we find
"It" was always with you
Though, "It" was never given
The answer is amidst you
In Kingdom's Heaven
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