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Nov 2018
It is not just
a thing of the past,
it is dead.
And you are still
on the ground floor.
Time to stop
mourning over what
is not worthy of grief,
remove the ashes
and smile again.
You didn't
loose anything,
it's just not
worthy of you.
Arise now and
know that it can
only get better.
Nothing last forever.
Custodians we are,
just for awhile.
Real treasure are
hidden and kept
away forever within the
depths of our hearts.
Don't look for it
with the optical eyes
but look deeper
beyond space and time.
Tucked away in our
hearts are the jewel
of inestimable value.
The gem and true
treasure are safely
hidden therein.
The heart is the
true garden of Eden.
There,we live forever,
immortality is wrought
therein within the
depths of our hearts.
The spiritual essence
in the fire of love
will transmute
anything not worthy
of entrance into
the chamber of
the heart where
the spirit dwells.
And something significant
of different quality of
another new seed will sprout.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme
Written by
Emeka Mokeme  M/Nigeria
(M/Nigeria)   
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